01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

[dramatic string music intro]

THE FINAL PROBLEM

[music turns grainy, film-like]

[dramatic fanfare]

I have heard that you are

a swordsman par excellence, Señor Holmes.

That is what my opponents are
accustomed to say, Dr. Moriarty.

[Benjamin grunts]

[both grunting from fighting]

My opponents are as silent as the grave.

-[Mr. Klemmer] He was careless.
-[Fonseca] Worse.

Because it turns out all this man wanted

was to feel like the protagonist
of a movie he was not invited to.

[Fonseca] Am I wrong, Señor Holmes?

[Foxá] Please, how could he know
they would k*ll again?

-Gott im Himmel, we’re all going to die.
-[Foxá] Let's not overreact.

We don't know why
someone would m*rder Seruya.

Everyone, until we can fix the radio,
I advise you to always remain accompanied.

Accompanied by whom? The assassin?

[Ausländer] By people that you trust.

I'm sorry to say this
but not everyone can be trusted.

Gerard, I suppose you're better
at fixing negronis than radios, right?

[Fonseca] That's it, Gerard.
A round for everyone, on me.

The doctor has just been found m*rder*d.
Is there cause to celebrate?

-Ah, well, everyone here is still alive.
-[Vicky] Fonsi, stop it.

One more, and we close the bar.

[Ausländer] Everyone is on edge,
and alcohol will not help.

Gerard, make sure everyone
goes back to their rooms.

[Gerard] You heard Señora Ausländer.
The generator will be powered down soon.

[Adela] You're not joining us?

No, sorry. The novel of my good amigo
Frank Finnegan is waiting for me in bed.

Buenas noches.

[Benjamin sighs]

[bird sings night song, crickets chirp]

[sighs]

[quirky mystery music]

[generator powering down]

[sighs exasperated]

[walking steps]

[door opens, squeaks]

[door closes]

[pensive piano music]

[sound of sliding metal]

Look at what was slipped
under my door just seconds ago.

[Benjamin] It's a match.

Returning to the scene of the crime,
and with the m*rder weapon in hand.

[Ausländer] You're going to tell me it is
a trap by the k*ller to incriminate you.

If they wanted to incriminate me,
they wouldn't have hidden it in my room,

so the police would find it
when they did their search.

What is the point then?

The k*ller wants the game to go on and on.

[Benjamin] So, Seruya was k*lled
while he sat on the chair.

[Benjamin] Had he been standing,
there would be blood everywhere.

It would have stained the floor.

But have a look at this. The blood poured
out from the nape of the neck

and ran straight down the spine.

His arm, though?

[grunts] It was like this intentionally.

It's a staged posture.

Most probably, having committed the crime,

they made their escape
through one of the windows.

But the latches are on the interior,
and they are closed.

Escape through the door was impossible.
The key was in the lock in the inside.

Is there another way?

And his finger… What does it mean?

[Benjamin sighs] A macabre joke.

Or perhaps it could be a… a kind of hint.

I think I'd better take the letter opener.
I will keep it with the other evidence.

I'll lock the door.
That concludes are investigations for now.

Um… Reading material.

[door squeaks, closes]

[thumps, doors close]

Everyone wants to make it easy
for the k*ller it appears.

Buenas noches.

[pensive piano music]

THE HOLLYWOOD CHRONICLE PRESENTS

THE NEW MOVIE
SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE MYSTERIOUS SHADOW

[short whistle]

Buenas días.

[Ausländer] I think I owe you an apology.

If you have offended me,
I don't recall how.

I will admit that yesterday I felt I was
in the presence of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

I don't know what I can say
in answer to that.

Please tell me how I can help.

Well, perhaps you can tell me
more about the doctor.

When did he arrive on the island?

Three days prior to your arrival.

[Benjamin] Mm?

-Strange behaviour.
-[Benjamin] Mm.

And being very interested in
the passengers of each boat that came in.

I saw him playing chess
with Señor Klemmer.

Yes. Seruya also told him
about a private clinic he had in Tangiers.

Stop being so awful to me.
That's enough. I've had it!

Hi.

[grandfather clock chimes]

What's going on?

This fort reminds me
of a movie I made with Gary Cooper.

[Fonseca sighs] The only movie
you made with Gary Cooper.

[Vicky] The only movie, yes. Not many
Spanish actresses can say the same.

[Fonseca] Well.

[Vicky] You're supposed to support me,
not pick on me.

[Fonseca] Concentrate.
The bag must be here.

And what does that fort have
to do with this one?

It also had a moat, also.

[Fonseca] Ah, hombre! I've been waiting.
I knew it. I just knew it.

[Benjamin] Waiting for what?

[Fonseca] For you to start playing
your detective game again.

-[Benjamin] Ah.
-You're unbearable.

Come on, what do you expect
with all your nonsense?

And then we catch Señor Holmes
playing hide-and-seek.

Playing cowboys and Indians with us, mm?

It was a coincidence. I was out walking.

-Sure. So, what do you want, eh?
-To ask you some questions.

See? He cannot resist playing Holmes.

Do you have tobacco?

-Oh. Not the sort you like.
-While you're here, I'll ask you another.

How did you know Seruya?

[tense string music]

[Fonseca] What are you saying?

I had never seen him before.

And you, Vicky,
have you visited Tangiers ever?

-And… And where's that?
-That's enough. Don't harass her.

-Am I harassing you?
-Yes, and me too. Come on.

-This is just horrible.
-I'm the one who's horrible.

-Don't be ridiculous.
-You're right. All of us here are awful.

[Benjamin] Um… Fonseca, wait.

-What?
-The tobacco?

Look, go to hell, alright?

-And he's crossing the line.
-I know.

The views are magnificent views, no?

[Fonseca] Don't give a damn
about the view. Vicky!

[Mrs. Klemmer sighs]

[Foxá] It's cold. Like our case.

[Foxá snorts]

-[Toni] Anything else from the kitchen?
-No, gracias, Toni.

-[Vicky] Do you have a moment?
-Uh… Certainly.

[Benjamin] Would you like
to talk in private?

[sighs] No, here's fine. I don't know
why I didn't tell you earlier.

What?

The night that woman was m*rder*d…

-Because it wasn't a suicide, was it?
-No, Vicky. It was m*rder.

[Vicky] Well, that night…

I saw the waiter
enter the hotel via the garden.

-Toni?
-[Vicky] Yes.

-[Foxá] Was he coming from the pavilion?
-[Vicky] Possibly.

What time was that?

[Vicky] I'm not sure, but it was late.
Fonsi was already snoring.

[thunder cracks and rumbles]

Um… Why didn't you mention this before?

I did not mean
for anyone to get into trouble.

[Vicky] Have you noticed
how he looks at me?

His eyes…

Like a dead fish.

Completely cold.

[ominous string music]

I saw her on Tuesday.
Want me to repeat myself?

Someone saw you enter the hotel
via the pavilion.

-Who?
-Not possible to say.

-You're believing her and not me?
-[Benjamin] Her?

Look, I've explained about the ring.

-I'm not a thief, much less a k*ller.
-But, but…

Why do you think
it was a woman who saw you?

It's the señorita with your amigo, right?

-Go on.
-[Toni] You've seen it.

She won't stop staring. She's always
doing it. Most fixedly, as in…

-[Toni] Hm?
-So it's not you staring at her, huh?

Me? But why?
I don't go after all the women.

Are you sure?

Listen, I don't know that woman's problem,

but I didn't see Señora Mander
the day she was m*rder*d, I swear.

-[Foxá] And why should we believe you?
-[chuckles] Of course.

I understand. It's easier to hear
her side of things, she has money.

[Toni huffs]

He's telling the truth. Leave it, Foxi.

Can I go, then? I've got much to do.

Yes, and I'm sorry.

[both sigh deeply]

And why are you so sure we can trust him?

He means it.

But Vicky is lying, as actors know
a bad performance when we see one.

Doesn't prove that Vicky is lying,
just that…

she's not that great
in expressing herself.

Sure. And you're eager to teach her.

[mockingly] "His eyes like a dead fish,
completely cold."

Please, clearly she doesn't mean it.

What I don't understand is
why she's lying.

[Benjamin sighs]

-[Vicky] Another whisky?
-Yes, another.

-I'm going to the terrace.
-Muy bien.

And I'll have another drink,
with your permission.

Unless you have a problem
with my presence here, like Seruya?

-[Mr. Klemmer] What?
-Do I bother you?

Of course you bother me.
You are impertinent.

And you are gross.

I'm just saying that Seruya was Jewish.
That's a fact, not an opinion.

-Come again?
-What are you saying?

I'm saying that you Germans
are not amigos with the Jews, are you?

Are you accusing me of k*lling the doctor
because he was a Jew?

It's a habit with you, no?

[Mrs. Klemmer] Hans. Hans.

[scoffs]

[radio plays "Violetas Imperiales"
by Luis Mariano]

[Mr. Klemmer] Gerard, pour me another.

-[Mr. Klemmer] And you? Will you join me?
-No, gracias… No, none for me.

You don't drink, or not with me?

Maybe it will inspire you
to find our k*ller.

Mm. I noticed that you…

saw combat during the w*r, no?

[scoffs] This scar? I don't think so.

I know, it's an old one.
I was not referring to that.

[Mr. Klemmer]
So, what are you talking about?

About your time in the SS.

The scar on your left arm
was the one I was referring to.

[Mrs. Klemmer]
That's from the smallpox vaccine.

No, it's not. Right, Señor Klemmer?

So what? What is it to you?

It was common practice in the SS
to get a tattoo of one's blood group.

[Mr. Klemmer] I've never had a tattoo.

At the end of the w*r,
many officers removed it

by sh**ting themselves superficially

or applying hydrogen peroxide
to the skin to burn it off.

-And that's how you did it, no?
-You're mistaken.

The scar is from my childhood,
just as my wife mentioned.

[Benjamin] Hm.

[Mr. Klemmer] If you or your
friend want to accuse me,

try looking for the evidence first.

Until then…

[Benjamin] You look straight out
of a John Ford movie from here.

I know that you're just teasing,

but actually we've talked
and met in person.

Oh, I don't doubt it.

He said to me: "You are very good
at acting." If you'll excuse me.

[soft scoff] You're an actress
with much promise.

You just need work, that's all.

-Ah, muchas gracias.
-No need to get defensive.

But I can help your career
with some advice.

In exchange for information?
I've already told you all I know.

Maybe in exchange for cigarettes?

Your boyfriend doesn't seem
to want to share with me.

It would be nice to talk about
something other than K*llers for once.

Maybe. About your career, then.
Where did you study?

-For my acting?
-Mm.

Well, a little bit here
and a little bit there.

I mean, I find inspiration in emotion.

Emotion is fine in life,

but it potentially weakens
your interpretation.

On the screen or in a hotel.

[Vicky sighs] What are you getting at?

That you know more than you're saying.

-I know nothing about those murders.
-I can tell that you are lying.

[Benjamin] You are lying now,
and you lied when you accused Toni.

Your body is clearly betraying you.

[Benjamin] Tell me, Vicky,
why are you persisting with these lies.

Leave me alone,
I have no need for your classes.

You have to try harder
if you want to be a better actress.

[Vicky] I told you to leave me alone!

[quirky mystery music]

[Fonseca] Hello? Who's there?

Could you m*rder me with that?

Someone can be m*rder*d
with anything, you know?

Am I in peril?

What's your opinion? I'm armed.

So am I.

You've never practiced fencing.

[scoffs] How can you tell that?

You have to hold it tightly,
but don't strangle it.

I read you were
one of the best swordsmen in Hollywood.

"Were"?

It's been long since I saw you in a movie.

[hesitates] I suppose
today's audiences are more interested

in detectives in trench coats
and dangerous blondes.

Just like me.

But you're not a real blonde, are you?

[Adela] Always so in control.
But will you rule me out as the k*ller?

Would you k*ll your friend,
though, tell me?

You sound as stupid as all the others.

[pensive piano music]

Sometimes I simply lose control.

After all that,
it was me who was in danger.

-[Vicky trembling]
-[piano music turns tender]

Are you all right?

[music abruptly ends]

[Adela] Benjamin, are you all right?

[pick-up is placed on record]

["Ride of the Valkyries"
by Richard Wagner plays loudly]

Leave it here.

[inaudible over "Valkyries"]

-[Foxá] Where have you two been?
-Um… Fencing lesson.

["Valkyries" continues muffled]

Sit down. We don't want you to faint.

Ausländer will have
a first-aid kit somewhere.

[Adela] I've got one too,
although if you do consider me a suspect…

I'll take the risk.

-Do you need assistance?
-[Adela] It's not necessary, thank you.

[Adela] It's only a cut. You don't need
to write your last will and testament yet

-[Benjamin scoffs]
-[Adela] Oh, strange…

I'm sure I haven't used the typewriter.

Well, someone has.

What does it say?

[Benjamin] "People begin to see that
something more goes to the composition

of a fine m*rder than two blockheads
to k*ll and be k*lled.

A knife, a purse and a dark lane.

Grouping, light and shade,
poetry, sentiment,

are now deemed indispensable
to attempts of this nature."

[Benjamin] Ah. Doesn't seem
like Conan Doyle to me.

That's because it's not.
It's Thomas de Quincey.

["Valkyries" still playing]

[Benjamin] "On m*rder
Considered as One of the Fine Arts."

[Foxá] They've raised the stakes.
They are going to k*ll again.

Do you think I'm in danger?

We all are, I believe.

[Benjamin] This note is clearly
a challenge.

Which is not so much to reveal
the identity of the m*rder*r,

but to intervene,
before they can k*ll again.

["Valkyries" reaches crescendo]

[Benjamin] Any one of us could be next.

[Adela] So what happens now?

And if he needs the bathroom?

[Ausländer] Two of us will accompany you.

It's like we're back in Kindergarten.

Staying together is the only way
we can prevent another m*rder.

Otherwise, it is clear
the doctor will not be the final victim.

[Benjamin] It is evident from this note
that the game continues.

And Señor Fonseca?

Fonsi is indisposed.
He is staying in the room.

Not surprising.
Too much alcohol in him. Not very smart.

[Adela] We should really get him, though.

[Vicky] He fell asleep.
I wouldn't bother him.

He's in no danger
if we're all here together.

And if he's the k*ller,
well, he can't m*rder himself.

[tense string music]

[Mrs. Klemmer sighs nervously]

[Benjamin] I urge you to retire
to your rooms at once.

Lock the door,
and leave the key in the lock.

So that not even the master key
can be used to open it.

[Benjamin] Place a chair or any object
likely to make a noise against the door,

should it be forced.

Anything that will alert us.

[Benjamin sighs]

[sighs with effort]

[knock on door]

Yes? Who is it?

[Vicky] It's me, Vicky.

-I'm sorry to bother you.
-Are you alone?

You should be in your room.
What's the matter?

[Vicky] It's not true
Fonsi drank too much.

He's been gone since this afternoon.

-See? Just then, you were convincing.
-[Vicky] Don't be silly.

But why didn't you say earlier?

He made me promise to say nothing.
But now I'm starting to worry.

[sighs exasperated]

[knock on door]

The door was open, I'm sorry.

I also needed some tender love and care.

-[Foxá] Huh, interesting.
-[sighs annoyed] Nothing to see there.

Well, Basil saw someone
slipping a letter opener

into his room to incriminate him.

Anything?

I don't know what you're looking for,
but you won't find Fonsi here.

Something that can explain
your boyfriend's behaviour today.

For example,
how did he know Señora Mander?

-[Vicky] He didn't know her.
-[Foxá] Then why did he k*ll her?

[Vicky] You're completely crazy.
He didn't k*ll that woman.

[Foxá] And Seruya?

[Benjamin] Ah. This is where
he kept the money. Is it not?

What money?

This. This very money.

Blackmail money.

This is what you were looking for
at the fort this morning.

[Vicky] I've never seen
this money in my life.

Why would he be carrying so much?

I couldn't say.
For his affairs? For his productions.

-You are terrible at lying, aren't you?
-I didn't make a gesture.

Just overacting.

[Benjamin] You know about the blackmail,
because it's related to you.

Look, I'm an actress,
not a fortune-teller.

I don't know what to tell you.

Had it been shady business dealings
between Fonseca and Seruya,

he wouldn't have told you anything.

[Foxá tsks] He doesn't seem
like that kind of man.

[Benjamin] You lied,
directing suspicion toward Toni

to divert attention from who you
believe is the real culprit. Fonseca.

And what could a doctor
with a medical practice in Tangier

possibly know about a young actress
that could damage her career?

It's strange, but I've heard in Hollywood
they do plastic surgery.

[Benjamin] No.

It's absolutely clear
that Vicky doesn't need to fix anything.

[Benjamin] Neither do I think
she could afford it.

Therefore, an operation outside Spain…

can be for one matter only.

Fonsi didn't make me do anything.

It was my decision.
He was willing to help me raise the child.

So Seruya performed an ab*rtion?

[melancholic atmospheric music]

I couldn't have that child.
For many reasons.

And when my last movie was released,

that awful man threatened to send details
of the operation to the studios.

[Benjamin sighs]

[Benjamin] Nobody one here is judging you.

That's not true.

Women who have ab*rtion
are always judged.

[Vicky] In Spain, it's jail.
And in Hollywood, it's worse.

Those actresses you see on the…
on the movie posters.

"Introducing," they say.

And after that, nothing.

He wanted more money?

-[Foxá] Is that why Fonseca k*lled him?
-He's told me nothing.

He left
and I thought he'd come back, but then…

I'm worried he tried to escape
and something happened.

Tried to escape? How would he?

[Vicky] You know him.

If he feels his back's to the wall,
he's capable.

You stay here and lock the door.
Do not leave under any circumstances.

[quirky mystery music]

I'll go to the fort,
where I found the money.

Perhaps you follow the coast?

Do you think it's wise
for us to separate, though?

-Are you scared? [snickers]
-[Benjamin] Oh, please.

[man roars and grunts]

[grunts from scuffle]

[Fonseca] Damn n*zi!

Basil!

Where's Klemmer?

He's at the hotel. What's happened to you?

He tried to k*ll me.

[both grunt and pant]

I thought he was coming to finish me off.

Did Vicky really think I k*lled Seruya?

[Fonseca chuckles] If I ever k*ll someone,
which I would love to do,

you can be sure
I won't leave any evidence.

-That only happens in your movies.
-[Benjamin] You didn't see your attacker?

It was the German. They are known
to hold grudges. I need a drink.

[Benjamin] Wait a minute,
you have no proof that it was Klemmer.

-[Fonseca sighs]
-Basil. I was coming to find you.

-Has he confessed yet?
-What?

Novelists and actors…
I should have stayed in textiles.

-Wait.
-How could I be the k*ller?

I think there's someone in the library.

[Fonseca] It's that German b*stard.
I'm going to k*ll him!

-Klemmer!
-Fonseca.

[Fonseca] Klemmer!

[ominous string music plays]

[Benjamin] Well, it looks like
someone beat you to it.

There's no pulse.

[strings slowly intensify]

[Benjamin ] And there is a message.

[music culminates]

[outro theme playing]