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THE ART OF CRIME

A FLY IN THE OINTMENT
PART 2

Marie!

Alex!

Alex!

Alex!

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here!

It's OK.

It's OK, it's OK.

I'm fine... Thank you.

Are you all right?

How did they manage to find me?

Who is "they"?
What are you talking about?

Luchenko is dead!

Do you think Luchenko
is the only one?

There are at least ten of them
after me.

I'll get in touch with our informers
to find out where...

In the meantime,
you need to go into hiding.

Into hiding...
I can't go on like this, Alex.

I'm sick of living this way.

So change it.

Live with me.

I don't want to lose you again,
Marie.

You have reached Alexandre Pardo,

please leave a message
after the tone.

Hey, Alex, it's me,
what the hell are you doing?

I've got something!

Roussel might have poisoned
his wife

and gotten rid of Malagnac
when he found it all out.

Call me when you get this, please!

Where the hell is Pardo?

I don't know, I haven't seen him
all morning.

What have you got?

Well, I retrieved
Laurence Roussel's text messages.

This is what we got.

On January 6, last year,

she asked a friend to cover for her

so she could go and meet
a certain Christophe.

Two months later,
still the same friend,

they were meant to have
a girls' weekend.

But Mrs. Roussel
decided she preferred to spend it

with another guy: Fabrice.

She was cheating on Roussel
for over a year.

Well, there we have a motive!

Right, OK, when Pardo finally
answers his phone,

ask him to call the Prosecutor

for permission to exhume
Mrs. Roussel's corpse,

-got it?
-OK.

Do we know the name of this friend
covering for her?

Yeah, it's Sandra Chevais.

Why are you asking me?

If you could just
answer the question, Ms. Chevais.

Was Frédéric Roussel aware
that his wife was having affairs?

Yes? No?

Yes.

All right.
And how did he react to that?

You can't suspect--

No, hold up. Seriously. I'm sorry,
but can you just answer me?

Mrs. Roussel must have told you
something, right?

All I know is that she was afraid

that Frédéric
would never forgive her.

The day she died

she asked me
to tell him that she loved him.

Wait, the day she died,

he wasn't with her?

No, he was in Germany
with some clients.

He couldn't have known.

The day before Mrs. Roussel's death,

a batch of paintings
went out for delivery.

Yes, I remember.

Did you notice anything odd
about those pieces?

No...

They were just Frédéric's paintings.

All good, I've just seen
the Prosecutor

and we have the go-ahead
to exhume the body.

Ah, that's great.

It will all be sorted by tomorrow.

Where's Antoine?

Oh, Captain Verlay?

He's taking history of art lessons
with my father.

So, he's soaking
in his "culture tub".

Great.

Yes?

Can I talk to you?

Absolutely.

But...

Don't worry, it's...

Yes, so I...

Marie Seghers had a little bit
of a problem this morning...

and I don't think she's safe
in her own home anymore.

OK.

So I thought that perhaps

you could potentially let her stay
in your office.

In the Louvre?

Yes. Just for one or two nights

so she has time to clear her head.

You, the head of the OCBC,

want a notorious art thief
to sleep at the Louvre?

You can't be serious?

No, but she's never robbed
a museum.

It goes against her principles.

Ah, well, if it's against
her principles...

I don't know what to tell you...

No.

Listen, she's on hit lists.

And the Louvre is the last place
that people would go looking for her.

Please.

Give her a chance.

You do realize that--

Could you come out here, please?

Extraordinary. I've never seen
anything like it in my entire career.

I just asked him to find the century,

the artist and movement
of each painting.

So, he's got Manet,

a 16th-century expressionist.

That's... Velasquez,
20th-century rococo, etc.

He's putting in
an impressive amount of effort

to fail methodically
on every single piece.

I don't understand it.

He told me he spent an hour revising
your lessons last night.

That's what is so fascinating.

It's as though his memory is refusing

to retain anything that concerns art.

A sort of mental block.

Completely... "Cognitive disorders":

there's dyslexia, dyscalculia...

But Captain Verlay, to my knowledge,

is the first identified case
of a "dysartistic".

Can I ask you a question?

Shoot.

Why do you steal works of art?

I guess I mean, why not steal
gold blocks

or treasury bonds? Why works of art?

For their beauty, without a doubt.

I always keep them for a few days
before I deliver them.

I guess it makes me happy.

Well... You could visit the museums,
that's probably better.

Really?

Rather a little less exciting,
less of an adrenaline rush.

And Commander Pardo, what does
he think about adrenaline rushes?

I don't know.

Maybe he'd prefer that I found

some form of dependency substitution.

Yes. A classic love story
in an ordinary life.

What do you think?

No, it's not me you should
be asking that question.

I'm categorically inept
when it comes to love.

See you tomorrow.

Actually... If tonight
you get any ideas about stealing

a museum painting,
adrenaline rush or not,

I will find you
and I will rip your head off.

-Is that clear?
-Crystal.

Goodnight.

Mr. Roussel.

What do you want?

We would like to question you within
the framework of letter of request

number 318C,

issued by Prosecutor Berger
of the court of Nanterre.

Can I not just be left in peace?

Your wife was poisoned,
slowly and methodically,

with copper arsenic.

That's impossible.

You can't think of anyone who could
have poisoned your wife with arsenic?

A small dose, every day?

An admirer of Claude Monet,
for example.

Someone who wanted
their wife to die of cancer,

like Camille.

I stole a Monet with Stéphane
to save Laurence!

Not to poison her!

Perhaps it was Mr. Malagnac
who wanted to save his sister.

Look, this is all coming back
to you, OK?

Your wife was fatally poisoned.

A month later,
your brother-in-law is assassinated

and three of your copies
get stolen, one after another.

That sounds pretty sketchy, right?

Why the hell would I
steal my own copies?

Huh? Why would I?

Look what just came in.

Laurence Roussel's autopsy.

She had paint under her fingernails.

The day she was dying,
what the hell was she doing

with paint in her nails?

Well, her husband's studio
wasn't far from her room.

Yes, so what?

Maybe she thought she would
do a little painting,

to relax.

AUTOPSY REPORT

What? What?

What if she didn't want to paint,
but to write something?

Write what?

A sort of message, you mean?

Is that what you're getting at?

Yes.

OK. We know that whoever
killed Malagnac

was looking to get their hands on
one of the paintings in that batch.

-Yeah.
-Yes.

So your theory
would only make sense

if the message contained
the murderer's name.

And that's why they would

stop at nothing to make sure.

We have to go back there.

I see him from time to time
when I hang out the laundry.

Ah, yes, you have a perfect view
of Mr. Roussel's studio!

He's usually there
from 8 a.m. onwards.

He's addicted!

Did you visit Mrs. Roussel
before she died?

No. At first, I would go
and see her in hospital, but...

as soon as she came back here,
she didn't want visitors.

OK. The weekend before she died,

did you see her in the studio at all?

Yes. Yes, yes, I remember.

I even thought
she must be feeling better.

It seemed
she was helping her husband.

I couldn't have imagined
that she would die so quickly.

She was with a friend at the time,
named Sandra Chevais.

Was she also in the studio?

No. No, I only saw her once
in the garden.

She was the one who told me
it would be better

if I didn't come
to see Laurence again,

and that she needed her rest.

OK. Thank you, Mrs. Martin.

-If you need anything...
-Yes, great.

-Thanks, Mrs. Martin.
-Thank you.

If Sandra Chevais was here,

why didn't Laurence Roussel tell her

that her husband was poisoning her?

It makes no sense.

That's because Sandra Chevais
was the one who poisoned her.

We have checked
all of her phone calls.

In the three days you were with her,

Mrs. Roussel did not take
a single call on her cell phone.

Well, yes, of course,
she was very tired.

To the extent she couldn't answer
her husband?

He called her cell five times

before trying the landline.

A call that you answered,

and wrapped up in 30 seconds.

The next day, another call:
35 seconds long.

And then nothing at all.

Yes. He told me
that he was very busy.

You know what? I think that

you stopped Mrs. Roussel
from talking to her husband.

Just like you stopped her
from talking to the neighbors.

What happened
during those three days?

I tried him again.

I couldn't get through.

His phone must have no signal.

Can I try again?

The nurse said
you mustn't tire yourself out.

See you tomorrow.

So, you imprisoned her?

No...

You could tell
she didn't have long left.

And you finally had the whole house
to yourself.

That doesn't mean anything.

You visited her every weekend.

You are an art restorer,

so you had to know precisely

the effects of copper arsenic.

Sandra...

I saw you

pouring copper arsenic into my tea.

What are you talking about?

I wrote down
everything you've done to me.

Sure. Did your little cancer hold off
so you could pop to the post office?

The couriers took care of it.

You're lying. I checked
all the canvasses, there was nothing!

Frédéric will easily find out...

using his microscope. Remember?

He always visits

his clients to check the paintings.

Why would I have poisoned her?

Huh? Why?

According to our psychologist,
she's an "erotomaniac".

That means
she believes that you love her.

She's convinced.

It's a form of paranoiac delirium.

Anything standing in the way
of that delusion,

such as your wife, for example,
she would eliminate.

You're completely alone. No partner,
no kids...

Your private life is non-existent.

While she has... Well,

she had a loving husband,

a pretty little house.

But apparently,
that wasn't enough for her.

You were jealous.

That can't be right. It's impossible.

She would have done anything
to save Laurence.

Was she the one who offered
to steal the Monet?

Surely to render herself
indispensable in your eyes.

What the hell?

What are you talking about?

Stealing a Monet is impossible!

It's the only solution!

Stéphane agrees.

He'll switch the two paintings
in New York.

Laurence needs us! The time is now!

There is no other way.

Thank you, Sandra.

I don't know what I would do
without you.

He's convinced that Sandra Chevais
wanted to save his wife's life!

He won't even admit

that she stopped her
from speaking to him on the phone.

She totally blinkered him!

Shit...

Anyway, we can't prove anything.

All we have are hypotheses
and suspicions.

We have no choice but to find
that canvas with the message.

Otherwise our entire allegation
will collapse.

It won't even be possible
to prosecute her.

All we can do now
is request a search warrant

and seize the 12 remaining paintings.

Great, that bullshit is going
to take at least a week.

We can only keep Sandra Chevais
in custody

for another 20 hours and 23 minutes.

We don't have to wait a week.

Excuse me?

I asked Hugo to analyze the pigments

we found in Laurence Roussel's nails.

Tomorrow we should get
the exact colors.

Wait, that means that we...

we can work out which painting
contains the message, right?

That's the idea.

All right, see you tomorrow!

Do you mind if I sleep here?

Make yourself at home.

Awesome.

Thank you so much.

You don't snore, right?

No, I don't snore, thanks.

Great. Goodnight, then!

Goodnight.

And in your dream,

Captain Verlay is always standing
in front of this door?

Captain?

It's like he wants to protect you
from whatever's on the other side.

I'm at my father's house.

I'm sitting in front of
a Monet painting.

A Corner of the Apartment.

What does this painting
mean to you?

I don't know.

-What?
-In your dream,

what is Captain Verlay
trying to protect you from?

From the memory of this painting?

There is still something
resisting your memory...

something that is still
knocking at your door.

So?

So, look here. Out of the 12
delivered canvasses that remain,

we only found one
that matched all the pigments

found under
Mrs. Roussel's fingernails.

Camille Monet on a Garden Bench.

If there's a message, it has to be
somewhere in this copy.

OK, and do we have to get the warrant
before we can analyze the painting?

We still have time

before we need to release
Sandra Chevais.

Who was this piece sold to?

One second, one second.

This is crazy.

What is? What's crazy?

It's like the story
of Laurence Roussel.

It's a painting in which
death is omnipresent.

Look. You see there,
that white stroke?

It's thought to be a letter
of condolence

that she's holding.

And that man in black,
behind her, is death on the prowl.

And see there, in the background?

That woman, there, waiting patiently?

Yes, I can see her, yes!

Jesus Christ!

What's wrong?

The buyer is Ken Makarov,

the Ambassador of Kazakhstan.

An embassy?

We'll never get a warrant in time.

You're going to let
a double murderer walk?

Sorry, but the Prosecutor's Office
has vetoed any kind of search.

Things are tense enough
with Kazakhstan as it is.

Sandra Chevais
has just been released from custody.

If we do nothing,
we'll never see her again!

You really are willing to do anything
to exonerate Marie Seghers, huh?

Excuse me?

I received these this morning
in the mail.

Listen, Madam--

Do you know what you risk
by concealing evidence?

I simply wanted to carry out
the necessary checks

before reintroducing them
to the case.

And you want to talk to me about your
shining intellectual construction

regarding Sandra Chevais
being guilty?

By getting that painting back
we can prove it!

There was another 10,000
for the theft,

5,000 for the photos and 10,000
for unforeseen circumstances.

The risk premium
has slightly increased. It's 300,000.

What?

I know that you stole a Monet.
A genuine...

No, it wasn't me.
I don't have the Monet.

I don't want to know. Sort it out.

Of course, you just expect me
to have faith in your objectivity.

What?

You care about her that much?

Madam Prosecutor,
this is an obvious set-up.

I killed a guy

and I almost bit the dust
playing your puppet on the rooftops!

I want 300,000 euros
within two days.

No! No, that was not the deal!

I don't have 300,000 euros!

But you can.

And you will.
Do you want me to squeeze tighter?

I couldn't catch that, do you?

No!

Thank you.

Listen, Pardo, we've known
each other for a long time.

I'm going to give you one chance.

Let's say I only receive these photos
in a week's time.

If you can prove to me by then

that Marie Seghers is innocent,
we'll draw a line under it.

But without proof,
there's nothing I can do.

How do you expect me to get it

when I can't get hold of
that damn painting?

I don't care. That's your problem.

There's nothing else I can do here.

You can just take the week off
to think things through.

Seriously,
what kind of a plan is this?

You're robbing an embassy
with Marie Seghers,

is that it?

You are totally insane!

If there's anyone that can do it,
it's her.

You know she hasn't been indicted?

So she can take off
whenever she wants.

How do you know
she won't stitch you up?

I just do.
I know that I can trust her.

I think that's what you want.
You want to trust her.

It's not the same. You want to
get back what you had 5 years ago.

And I don't get it.
I don't get it at all.

What would you prefer?

For Sandra Chevais to walk free

and for me to do five years inside
for concealing evidence?

Is that what you want, Antoine?
Is it?

Ken Makarov.
An art lover and eccentric

who has been building
a unique collection

for the past 15 years.

The finest copies
of the most famous works

in Western art.

It's like he has the best
of the Louvre, the Musée d'Orsay

and the National Gallery
in his embassy.

All his copies are true to size.

He doesn't give a rat's ass
about the law.

He commissions the best copyists
from all over the world.

Of course, such near-perfect copies
attract all kinds of crooks.

He was the victim
of an attempted robbery 2 years ago.

So he had a safe room installed

to store his most precious copies.

I've studied his security system
in depth.

Bulletproof door, biometric locks
using digital recognition,

surveillance cameras,
lasers, the whole shebang.

He no longer lets anyone else
near them.

In such a short time frame,
the only way we could get in

is by selling Makarov a piece
that he cannot resist

and hanging it ourselves.

That's pretty ambitious.

But what,
are we just going to call up

and tell him we have a Mona Lisa
for him to buy?

That's why we need a Trojan horse.

A Trojan horse?

Something that can get us closer
to Makarov.

Someone well-known in the art world.

Anyone here?

What are you doing?

Oh shit, you didn't?

Can I remind you
that robbing embassies

is not included in my skill set.

For once, I agree with her.

You're not stealing the painting.

You just have to gain
Makarov's trust.

His trust?

We want you to organize a conference.

A conference on what?

On this.

The Monna Vanna?

But that's not a copy...

It's way better than a copy.

Welcome to the Louvre,
and please, have a seat.

And your task, should you accept,

is to get Makarov to see that.

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.

I am absolutely delighted,

honored, in fact,

to be able to present to you

this exceptional work of art tonight.

He has to believe this is

something not to be missed.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

In my view,
this is far more than just a replica.

It's an extraordinary
interpretative work

of the master's lost painting.

For me,
this is the most legitimate vision

of Leonardo da Vinci's
legendary work.

So, are you in?

...Leonardo da Vinci,
who is the most difficult painter

to copy.

-Your turn.
-It's on.

Good evening, Miss. I'm Ken Makarov.

-Pleasure.
-Pleased to meet you.

And thank you for such
a fascinating conference.

It was my pleasure.

Very informative.

I had no idea this piece
even existed.

It's extraordinary.

Yes, it's in a league of its own,

completely unique.

Madame de la Tour.

Ah, you see the lady over there
in the red dress?

That's her.

Wonderful. Thank you so much
once again. All the best.

-At your service.
-Have a lovely evening.

I think we're good.

Hold on, it's not over yet.

Madame de la Tour, I am Ken Makarov.

Ambassador of Kazakhstan.

I am so honored, Ambassador.

Madame de la Tour,
excuse me for being so direct,

but I am very interested
in your Monna Vanna.

Ambassador, you have certainly
caught me a little off-guard.

I can offer you 100,000 euros.

Bingo!

I hope you're joking?

No, no, what the fuck is she doing?

-I beg your pardon?
-Wait, wait, wait...

This painting is of great
sentimental value to me.

My mother gave it to me.

Do you really think I would
part with it for 100,000 euros?

I could never sell it off,

so my apologies, Ambassador.

I told you
we couldn't trust this chick!

-I hope you understand?
-Of course.

Sir.

-Dear lady.
-Thank you.

"Bingo", my ass!

Well, when we're all in jail
at least we'll know why:

because lady in red here
wanted to play negotiator!

I don't get it, how much more
did you want?

Ten, 20, 100,000?

How much is this screw-up
worth to you?

Hey, hey, Antoine! Will you just
let her explain herself?

I wasn't under many illusions,

but now it's official:

you're a terrible con artist.

I'd never want you on a job with me.

You think that hurts my feelings?
Come on.

What do you think? A guy who is
that protective over his collection

is an obsessive,

meaning he is suspicious,
mistrustful, even paranoid.

If I'd accepted straightaway
with a smile,

he would've suspected something.

The harder it is for him,

the more convinced he'll be
of the deal of the century.

It's the only way
he'll accept our conditions.

Well, clearly right now

he'd rather not negotiate
with a drama queen.

Antoine...

It's Makarov.

Ken Makarov here.

Ambassador.
What a pleasure to hear from you.

I have no time for niceties,
Madame de la Tour.

Two hundred thousand,
that's my final offer.

It is essential that my painting
is properly appreciated.

Don't you worry, I will reserve
the best possible place

among my finest copies.

Hanging a painting
is a delicate process.

There needs to be adequate light,

harmony with the other works...

What is it that you want?

What if Florence Chassagne
were to take care of it?

I think she's the ideal choice.

We have a deal.

My advisor will be in touch
regarding the practical details.

There we go.
We have our Trojan horse.

I'm so honored
to have such a talented historian

devote her precious time
to my modest collection.

I'm the one who is honored
by your faith in me,

-truly.
-This way.

Follow me.

This way, gentlemen.

It's incredible.

Remarkable.

Isn't it?

Fifteen years spent researching

the best copyist for each artist,
each subject.

Excuse me.

Gentlemen? Excuse me,

but that's not the right case
for the Monna Vanna!

What?

What's going on?

You've mixed up the cases.

Goddammit.

Ah, I'm sorry. It's the box

on the left, not the right one.

-No, no, no, no!
-You took the one on the right!

-No, I took the left one.
-I told you, I asked you

three times, the one on the right.

No, I can assure you
that I know how to--

Boys, boys, boys!

Let's calm down here. Da?

It's fine. It's fine, I'll handle it.

So, what would be great
is to fetch the correct case.

Go and return that one,

find the new one, which is number 96.

A 9 and a 6, all right?

Yes, of course.
Please excuse us again.

Yes, we are so sorry.

I do apologize,

but I do have to take care
of everything,

down to the smallest details,

otherwise...
They're a little incompetent,

-but very sweet.
-Excuse us.

Would you mind if I stayed
to admire your masterpieces?

Ma'am, I am very sorry,

but no one stays here alone.

Boris is a real stickler
for security.

He's right.

However, I would be honored
to show you around my office,

where I have several less impressive

but very, very interesting copies
too.

I would love to.

Come with me.

After you.

All good, you can go!

Yes, ma'am.

Your turn, you have seven minutes.

This way.

Obviously, it wasn't
on the right side.

-Did you stack them?
-Are you kidding me?

Why would I do that?

All right, fine!
You're starting to get on my nerves.

-Yeah, you sure are!
-Yeah, whatever.

I had it done last year in London.

Please, have a seat.

What do you think?

It's well worth a room
in the Louvre, right?

It's remarkable.

The precision is so fine.

Ambassador,
I have just been informed

that she works for the OCBC.

Check the other two.

Kolya! Do you read me?

Yes, I read you.

I'm outside.

Check the two guys.

Make them go back down
to the room.

Got it.
They're in the middle of unloading

but they don't seem to be rushing.

I'll hurry them along. Very good.

Is something wrong?

You didn't tell me that you work
for the OCBC.

Me?

Please follow me.

Gentlemen, please, get a move on!

Yes, yes, we're coming!

I think that was shorter
than we planned.

Please, faster. Hurry up!

We're doing our best!

Did you get that?

Repeat!

Kolya, we have activated
the scramblers,

check the license plate.

Got it.

Marie, we're on our way back. OK?

Marie? Marie?

You know, my collaboration
with the OCBC was very limited...

Does it bother you?

Boris, take care of them.

I have never been involved
with the OCBC

and I don't intend to be.

The French police dislike my country,

while I love it very much.

You can go down.

Boris, do you see anything?

Everything looks normal.

Nothing on the van. False alarm.

Well, gentlemen, let's get this done.

As quickly as you can.

-Ms. Chassagne?
-Yes?

Here, between the Jean-Baptiste Corot
and the Giorgione, do you think?

Yes, it's perfect.

I'm so sorry again, if I had known
that my collaboration--

I'm the one who should apologize,
Ms. Chassagne.

Boris can take his job
a little too seriously.

All right back there?

You can get out. It's fine.

Might I ask you a question?

Of course.

Your copy of Monet's Poppy Fields
near Argenteuil is magnificent.

It's truer than nature.
Where did you get it?

What happened in there?
I couldn't hear you!

I don't know,
I didn't stop answering.

There must have been interference.

Damn, I was going crazy.
Do you have it?

The two Monets are by
the same copyist: Frédéric Roussel.

I've still got it!

Well, thank you so much.
I am so grateful.

-Please.
-Goodbye.

All good, we got it!

Fuck...

You were awesome!

I was freaking out!

Well?

Nothing right now.

I don't see anything at the moment.

Where's the bathroom?

On the left as you come out.

This might take a while.

Are you sure Roussel
would have noticed something?

What the hell,
why do you never answer your phone?

What's wrong? Huh?

Where's Marie?

She's in the bathroom, why?

The Poppy Fields that Makarov has,
it's real!

The ones that were stolen
from New York!

And the painting...
Is it still in the embassy?

I'm not sure.

No...

Seven minutes...
She asked me for seven minutes.

From the start, she knew

she could also steal
the Poppy Fields.

She must have replaced it
by the fake she got from us.

She planned the whole thing.

I didn't see anything.

Yes, what?

OK, we'll be right there.

Hugo found the message
in the painting.

We were right.

You're safe.

I'm safe, yeah...

SANDRA CHEVAIS POISONED ME

Do you recognize your wife's writing?

Do you believe me now?

You can wait over there.

Can I see her?

Hold on,

don't put yourself through that--

I want to.

OK.

You know,

Monet was happy with another woman
after Camille too.

We're meant to be together, Frédéric.

You know it's true.

And Laurence couldn't stop it.

What are you talking about?

You don't know what you would do
without me.

You said that yourself!

Find the courage
to admit that you love me.

You're sick in the head.

-You love me, Frédéric!
-No, I do not love you!

-You do! You love me!
-You disgust me.

The judge will come and find you.

Youssouf, would you look after him?

Wait over there with him.

-All right?
-Yeah.

Did you see the Prosecutor?

Yes. She kept her word.

OK, great. You look so pleased.

Come on, you know what?

You need to stop thinking about her.
Let's go for a drink.

Don't worry about it. I'm going home.
See you tomorrow.

Here is a goodbye gift.
I was always sincere,

always.

But I have to acknowledge the facts:

I will always be a thief. Be happy.

How did he manage to keep
all this old junk?

Your wife died on impact,

the emergency services
couldn't do anything.

We are so sorry, Mr. Chassagne.

What's your name?

I'm Florence, what about you?

His name is Jean.

Why won't he answer me?

He's my son, he's sad.

He lost his mama too.

Was that her?

Yes. I can't talk to them anymore.

But I can talk to you, if you like.

It's good to talk when you're sad.

It'll be our secret.

All painters can talk to you.

You'll never be alone with us.

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