01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

[dramatic string music intro]

THE FINAL PROBLEM

[grandfather clock ticking]

[droning, ominous bass string]

[lingering, ominous string music]

[in Spanish] You m*rder*d
my wife, b*stard. You must die for that.

-Nein!
-[director] Cut!

[klaxon sound]

-"Nein"? Really?
-[Benjamin] Isn't this a bit cliché?

[with American accent] It's very good,
it's great. Let's do another.

And this scene also makes me feel
like an imposter.

-How many takes have we done now?
-This one will make it 12.

-This is just unbelievable, Fonseca.
-It's looking great.

No, Klemmer was m*rder*d from behind.

It's absurd that I'm warning him
by saying, "You m*rder*d my wife."

It was written by an absolute moron.

-Your amigo, Foxá.
-He's not my amigo.

-[assistant] Are you looking for someone?
-Excuse me?

-[Foxá] Adela?
-[Adela] Oh.

-Hello?
-[Foxá] What are you doing here?

I mean, why aren't you in Spain?

Well… Basil sent a telegram.
He asked me to come here.

[Foxá] Walk with me.

And you?

I'm now working for Fonseca.
I wrote the script for this movie.

I thought something good should come out
of all that occurred, and here we are.

Three Murders at Dawn.

The detective is the m*rder*r.
It's most poetic.

And how are relations
between you and Basil?

Well…

Let me say
that Watson and Holmes are history.

Nobody likes to be accused of m*rder
by their friend.

[man] Señor Basil, the director
is happy with the take.

That's a wrap for you today.

Fantastic. Adela.

[Benjamin] Have you checked in
to the hotel?

Yes. The driver was luckily amenable
to my request and then brought me here.

-Foxá.
-Basil.

Adela. Nobody told me
that you were coming to see us.

Why am I always the last
to know everything?

Because you're the producer.

[Fonseca] Remind me of that
when I want to hire you next time.

-[Benjamin scoffs] Shall we go?
-Yes.

[Adela] So this is how movies are made?

Did you imagine it another way,
Miss Figueroa?

[scoffs] Don't be formal, please.
We're no longer in Santa Águeda.

-Surprised, then?
-A bit.

Especially seeing the hotel once again.

[Benjamin] Mind…

-May I ask where you're taking me?
-It is a surprise. You'll see presently.

-Hello, Señor Basil. Remember me?
-Ah… Perfectly, I do.

-I hope we can work together again.
-Yes, oh, yes.

No idea who that was.

How did you find me?

I got your address
at the Brazilian embassy. Easy.

I see.

I remembered you were Brazilian
because of your husband.

I made contact
with the embassy, and voilà.

They gave me your new address
at Lake Garda.

I have a villa in San Vigilio.
Inherited from my husband.

[Benjamin] Ah.

Please. [clears throat]

Follow me, I'll show you.

[light, sustained strings]

[Adela] Basil?

[Benjamin] Come, this way.

[Benjamin] What did Foxá tell you?

Foxá?

[Benjamin] Yes. I saw you were talking.

That he was happy to see me again.

[Benjamin] Ah.

[Adela] He's the reason
you sent me the telegram, isn't he?

[Adela] "Final problem solved.
I need your help."

Do you have new evidence against Foxá?

Let's just say…
New evidence has appeared, yes.

[system powering on]

[Benjamin] What do you think?
We haven't shot Elisa's death scene yet.

Just between us,
the script could be greatly improved.

Because you happen to have
yet another theory.

Exactly, yes.

And this set has been
a great help in my finding it.

Not to play a therapist here,

but isn't your obsession with this
whole thing starting to get unhealthy?

"This whole thing" is regarding
your friend getting m*rder*d.

[Adela] Take my advice and move on.

Even a genius like Mr. Sherlock Holmes
failed several times.

It's interesting
that you should mention my failure.

Because in reality, I didn't fail.

[bottle is opened, poured]

[Benjamin] As you know,
the case still hasn't been solved.

Don't recall there being a drinks cabinet.

No, there wasn't one.

It's a little licence that my friends
in the props department allowed.

Accompany me?

[light, floating piano music]

No, gracias.

[Benjamin gasps satisfied]

Maybe you can tell me once and for all
why you wanted me here.

To help me. I said so in the telegram.

Your assistance is needed.

[Benjamin] I haven't stopped thinking
about what you said in Santa Águeda.

You raised the idea
that my interpretation of Sherlock

had been motivation for the k*ller.

What do you want from me?

I want you to imagine
we are back in Santa Águeda.

And that you are playing your amiga,
and I'll play the k*ller.

No, perhaps you the k*ller, and me Elisa.

[Benjamin] It's all make-believe
for a movie.

In that case I am Foxá?

[Benjamin] Hm.

The habit I have of taking
certain things for granted

was possibly my principal failure
in Santa Águeda.

But he's still your prime suspect, no?

He was. I had solid evidence.

The door key…
For sure, he tricked me once or twice.

[Benjamin] Apparently the key was planted
on him, like the letter opener on me.

He was left-handed.

That was my primary error. Left-handed.

Mm… Please take this.

[light, tense strings]

My initial thought was that poor Elisa
could've only really been struck

by surprise from behind, see,
with the left hand.

But then it occurred to me, what if Elisa
knew the person who was there with her?

[Benjamin] She knew them
well enough not to be alarmed

when they lifted the stool.

Permit me.

Keep imagining. I am Elisa.

You could come up to me
without even speaking…

[Benjamin] Elisa wasn't afraid
of her k*ller, you see?

She was struck from the front
with the right hand.

Then they took a rope like this one.

[tense string music slowly builds]

They put it around the neck
of the victim, like this.

The rope was parsed through the pulley
by climbing onto the table,

and then the unconscious body
was raised by way of the crank.

Then poor Elisa must have
at last have regained her consciousness,

but, unfortunately for her,
it was much too late.

[Benjamin] She struggled,
trying desperately to free herself,

but it only served to tighten the rope
more and more, accelerating her demise.

And finally, Elisa's own weight
and some small knife cuts here

made sure of the rest.

Impressive of you.

[Adela] If it weren't for the fact
that I still don't know

how the k*ller could open and close
a door that had a chair pushed against it.

Yes, of course, that was
a massive headache to figure out.

The piece that was missing
to the entire puzzle.

[Benjamin] Observe.

On the set it's merely sawdust.

On the island, it was sand from the beach.

If you recall, the bloody wind took
the sand and blew it everywhere.

There was a thin layer of it
covering the whole floor.

[Benjamin] Except here, by door.

Almost as if it had been swept away.
Weird, no?

But how?

And why?

I confess that I was about
to throw in the towel.

Until I found it.

My shawl.

It wasn't necessary to get wardrobe
to make one up. It's yours.

The missing one taken
by Elisa the night she was m*rder*d.

I thought it was lost completely.

[Benjamin snorts] I found it
among the seaweed

when we were leaving the island.

Watch this.

[door closes]

[curious piano music]

[rustling]

I must confess it took me some practice
to get it to function.

That explains the sweeping of the floor.

That explains why they made
the shawl disappear.

All part of the plan to make us believe
in Elisa Mander's suicide.

The crime was perfect.

[breathes deeply]

My mouth is dry after all this talking.

How about I invite you to dinner

and tell you the rest
in front of a Château D'Yquem?

-[Benjamin] Are you all right?
-Yes, very well.

I'll change quickly
and pick you up in the car.

[Benjamin] I'll meet you at the door.

[woman] Hello? Adela?

Vicky?

[Vicky] It's actually you. I heard
you were here, but I didn't believe it.

How are you?

[Vicky] You look unwell.

I think I may have caught a chill.
Why are you dressed like that?

This? It's a costume fitting.

I'm a Mexican girl in a western.
What do you think?

[Vicky] But anyway,
what are you doing here?

[car revving]

[Vicky] Oh… Now I get it. [snickers]

But you'll stay with us
for a few days, no?

I don't know yet.

We're in a hurry.
I've made a reservation at La Cabaña.

Oh, of course. Talk to you later.

Vicky has left Fonseca for Foxá.

One might say that Fonseca is yet
another victim of our visit to the island.

Maybe I should be happy for them?

Be happy for cinema.

She's a nice girl, but as an actress… Ugh.

I thought you'd given up alcohol.

So did I. [huffs]

[quirky mystery music]

-A discreet table for two outside, please.
-Of course.

Gracias.

[romantic string music playing]

I don't know if it was necessary

to come all the way here
to continue our conversation.

Oh, yes it was.
I wanted to have dinner with you.

-Would the sigñora like a drink?
-No, gracias.

[string music turns dramatic]

[Benjamin] So, are you ready to hear
the rest of my conclusions?

Go ahead.

[Benjamin] The first issue is Seruya.

Remember the rope was
manipulated like I showed you?

Seruya must have come
to the same conclusion as I.

And believed it was information
for which someone might pay good money.

Are you saying
he attempted to blackmail the k*ller?

Bad idea.

[Benjamin] The m*rder*r retaliated

by stabbing him in the neck
with a letter opener.

Although I imagine
that's a detail you can recall.

And Señor Klemmer?

Klemmer fell victim
to his own damn crimes.

He was a m*rder*r as well?

You didn't hear from Elisa
how her husband passed?

He was shot down, no?
He was a pilot.

He was shot down at Dresden, yes.
But he didn't die in the plane.

He was a prisoner.

[Benjamin] Don't tell me you didn't know.

A week later, he attempted to escape
from the Gorbitz camp

with eight other soldiers.

A German squadron captured them.

That same night, they faced
the firing squad, all nine of them.

And what does all that have to do with us?

The execution order was signed
by none other than

Sturmbannführer Hans Ludwig Klemmer.

[Benjamin] Then, after the w*r,
Klemmer defended himself well

by claiming the order came
from the camp commander,

a certain Eichenberg.

Eichenberg was hanged.

And our amigo Klemmer was liberated

after just a few weeks
in a prisoner-of-w*r camp.

How did you find out all this?

Paris Match.

Remember the fragment of paper
Klemmer was clutching in his hand?

[Benjamin] It was from a report
concerning his trial.

That is what drew him unaccompanied
down to the library.

[string music turns sombre]

-[waiter] For you.
-[Benjamin] Mmm, fraisier.

[Benjamin] I just love strawberries.
Don't you? Mm?

Mmm, delicious. Won't you try it? Mm?

-Who told you about Mander?
-[Benjamin] The RAF.

It's incredible how well documented

and how helpful
they are at their archives.

[Benjamin] They were even kind enough

to send me a copy
of the marriage certificate

of Elisa and John T. Mander.

The ceremony was in a small parish
on January 30th, 1945.

Do you think the German m*rder*d Elisa?

On the contrary.

Klemmer was m*rder*d by you.

[string ensemble plays "Buenas noches,
mi amor" by Osvaldo Farrés]

[Benjamin] Are you really not
even going to try it?

No. I'm not a lover of strawberries.

Quite a coincidence.

It's the exact same song that was played
by Gerard for Elisa on her final night.

So I m*rder*d Señor Klemmer

to take my vengeance on the man
who widowed my friend?

No. I think you m*rder*d him…

because he made you a widow.

Elisa Mander is you.

[Benjamin] You seem somewhat tense.
Perhaps you could use a dance. Mm?

[string music intensifies]

[Benjamin] After we found Elisa's corpse

I just couldn't get her
strawberry-stained lips out of my head.

The real Elisa Mander
is allergic to strawberries.

It's in your record from the military.

You were still a brunette
back then, though, weren't you?

And many other things also.

[Benjamin] Mm.

Looks like we have some company.

Get me out of here, I beg you.

What a surprise.
Look who we have here, Foxá.

[Benjamin] Surprise? [laughs] You must
work harder on your acting skills.

You're departing?

Uh. Adela's not feeling well.

[Vicky] You didn't look great
this afternoon.

-I'll accompany you to the bathroom.
-I'm feeling better. It's not necessary.

Oh, come on, it'll do you good
to freshen up a bit.

What do you want now, Foxá?

What did you get out of Adela?

Is there something
that she should have told me?

Look, I admit there were details that,
when viewed separately,

could point at me.

But when considered in conjunction
might point at me.

Don't worry.

Now I know the truth.
Moriarty was neither you nor me.

Amigos?

You've been drinking.

That's none of your concern, Foxi.

[Vicky] What is there to say?
I grew tired of Fonsi.

[Vicky] All those promises,
all those roles he was going to give me.

And then nothing.
I need to think of me career.

I need to get some air.

-[Benjamin] Buenas noches, Vicky.
-Buenas noches.

-Foxá.
-Buenas noches.

-What did you tell him?
-Give me your hand.

What?

Much better if they believe
we're together.

Where are we going?

To my house.
There are still things we need to clarify.

[valet] Buenas noches.

["Love You Baby All the Time"
by The Co-eds playing on radio]

Why did you suspect me?

Your hands.

"The fingers of a pianist."

Although I never played an instrument.

That's true.

But actually,
it turns out the hands of a pianist

and the hands of a typist
are actually quite similar.

Those of the corpse were of a woman
who had never worked a day in her life.

[Benjamin] Not yours.
You even bite your nails.

[Adela] Please stop drinking.

[car honks, screeches]

You're in no condition to drive.

You checked in at the Ausländer Hotel

with your names
already switched, didn't you?

-[Benjamin] Hm?
-It was a game.

[Benjamin] But you weren't playing
by the same rules.

For her, it was fun.
For you, a premeditated plan.

On the island,
your objective was Klemmer, yes.

You knew when he would be at the hotel.

You received the information
directly from Ausländer,

when you made the call saying you worked
for the Jewish Documentation Centre.

[Benjamin] Yet when you reached
the island,

an opportunity presented itself
to k*ll two birds with one stone.

Why not stage a suicide
and live as Adela Figueroa forever? Hm?

-[car honks]
-Watch out!

[Benjamin laughs drunkenly]

-[Adela] You are crazy!
-[radio shuts off]

[Adela panting]

[Benjamin mumbling drunkenly]

[Adela] You're not going to offer me one?

[Benjamin grunts]

[Benjamin] I thought
that you weren't a smoker.

-Maybe you were wrong about that.
-It's possible.

One thing I still don't understand
about this game you were playing is,

why she let it go so far.

[strings slowly build]

She had something to gain too, you know?

If you can believe it,
it was her idea to swap clothes with me.

[droning, rhythmic string music]

[Adela] We looked almost identical.
Only a few small details gave it away.

[Adela] We were just two friends,

like teenagers
trying on new identities for fun.

[Elisa] A gin & tonic.

[Adela] The rich girl could pretend
to be someone else and follow her desires.

[moaning]

[Adela] There were certain vices that
a lady of her standing wasn't allowed.

-[valet] Señora Figueroa, welcome back.
-Buenas noches.

[Adela] And I could be a different woman.

Not Elisa Mander, the typist,

who lived in a rented room,
counting coins for the electric heater.

[string music culminates]

[crickets]

We pretended to be best of friends.

I knew that Adela hated me.

I knew her secrets
and that left her vulnerable.

[Benjamin] I imagine you were not
particularly fond of her either, hm?

[Benjamin breathing audibly drunk]

I detested her. But I lied.

What could I do?

She paid for my hotels, all the bills…

and a few measly tips
she threw my way so I could treat myself.

In reality,
I was more like a servant to her.

I was someone she could use
until she got tired.

And you decided you weren't going to wait
for that to happen.

She had done nothing in her life
to deserve all she had. But why?

Why couldn't it be me that had it all?

[Benjamin] Do you know
what you are facing?

A jail cell?

The rope.

Can I ask you a favour?

-You may.
-Let me turn myself in.

Let me finish this with class.

Am I expected to trust you?

You have my word.

Muy bien.

The keys.

[Adela] You're trying to k*ll me?
I'll drive this time.

You'll have to direct me
to the police station.

[Adela] I don't know this city.

[Benjamin grunting drunkenly]

[Benjamin grunts and chuckles]

["Mariquilla" by José Luis
playing on the radio]

[Benjamin] There is still something
I can't quite make fit.

Why me?

Why this obsession with me
in every m*rder?

Why this desire…
to make me seem ridiculous?

["Mariquilla" plays louder]

["Desamparada" by Los Panchos
playing on the radio]

["Desamparada" continues]

[motor and radio shut off]

[car and radio start again, motor revving]

sh*t!

sh*t.

[tense string music]

[car and radio turn off]

[tense, sustained strings]

[floating, sustained string music]

[strings intensify]

[Benjamin] What a surprise!

[silence, ticking clock]

I imagined were on your way
to the police station.

[Benjamin] Did you forget something?

Was it this?

[Benjamin] You really shouldn't leave
your RAF file lying around, you know?

[Benjamin] By the way, I didn't thank you
for dropping me off at my house.

Although I think you forgot about
turning off the engine, when you got out.

You tricked me.

[Benjamin] The finest compliment
you can give to an actor.

-Gracias.
-[Adela] What did you expect?

That I'd put the noose
of the rope around my own neck?

It would have been a finale
worthy of a pretend persona.

Which persona?

[Benjamin] Adela Figueroa.

Although now I realize

that in reality I was only dealing
with Elisa Mander.

Adela Figueroa was mean and manipulative.

Although I understand in that world
of ladies and gentlemen

you are accustomed to,

Elisa simply was a person
of insignificance for you.

What are you saying?

[Adela] That you never considered her
in the slightest.

How should I have considered you?
We met on that island.

Is that so?

[Adela] Imagine.

Because we're playing
at imagining things, right?

Imagine… a young aspiring actress

and an actor in a movie which has just
premiered at the Lope de Vega.

Ring a bell?

Uh… That was when…
I was about to emigrate to Hollywood.

How old were you?

You could say that I was on the rise.

Exactly what she wanted for herself.

["Oriental Orchestra"
by Bruno Bertoli playing]

[Adela] She and her friend
had snuck into a party

hosted by an actor on the rise.

[Adela] You are charmed
by how innocent the poor girl is.

I suppose you also think she's cute.

[Adela] So far, so good.

Uh, excuse me. May I offer you a drink?

Gracias.

[Adela] The actor is witty.

He tells anecdotes about his actor friends
the girl only knows from magazines.

And she's fascinated.

It is a dream just to be there,

drinking with an actor.

A real actor at that.

[sustained, vulnerable strings]

[Adela] After that,
they spent more nights together.

She'd never felt that way
about anyone before.

[Adela] The girl trusts him
and starts to open up about her dreams.

"I want… to be an actor, just like you."

It's only a small part,
but it's in my neighbourhood.

[Adela] She starts telling him
about the little school she attends.

About the roles she's played
in local productions…

My moustache.

And he listens to her,
or at least pretends to.

Of course.
I'll learn English or whatever you want.

-And Français. Un petit peu.
-Oui?

[Adela] And he gives her advice.
Of course he does.

[Benjamin] I really think you're…

He also promises to help her.
Such an idiot, no?

I'd just be happy to perform
at the Lope de Vega.

Since I was little, it's been my dream.

[Adela] He keeps telling her
that she's special.

That she has something unique.

He's going to find a way
to get her an audition.

-Just to even think…
-[Benjamin chuckles]

And then I never did it.

[Adela sighs]
How could he have lied to her?

And then, suddenly she couldn't
get hold of him anymore.

She kept trying to call the theatre.

Until someone said
the great actor had given instructions

to not put her calls through at all.

[Adela] She probably wasn't the only one.

There must have been
hundreds of actresses like her.

-It was a different time then.
-[Adela] It was.

[Adela sighs]

It's always a different time.

Klemmer and the prison camp also happened
in an entirely different time.

[Benjamin] You didn't make it
as an actress?

What do you think?

[Adela] I was hired as a nanny
by an English couple.

When the w*r broke out,
they took me with them to London.

The rest you already know.

John, the w*r and…

Santa Águeda.

I'm sorry.

[Adela] I don't care how you feel.

I felt so dirty, cheated and useless.

But, of course, you're a man.
How could you know how that feels?

[Adela] You can call the police now.

[Benjamin] There are three murders.

The criminal must pay for them.

[ready tone]

[Benjamin] I suppose…

You suppose?

What would you do now if you knew
I am the only one who knows the truth?

So if you were the only witness?
Is that what is on your mind?

That's right.

I'd have to silence you, then.

-A fourth crime.
-Yes.

-Right now?
-When else, if not?

And how much time would you require
to add another corpse to your k*ll list?

Don't be so stupid.

[Benjamin] So, after all
it wasn't Dr. Moriarty…

who was at work on the island.

It was Irene Adler.

[Adela] So it seems.

Once or twice in my career,

I feel that I have done more real harm
by my discovery of the criminal…

than ever he had done by his crime.

Tell me your proposal.

Would you set me free?

I wouldn't go as far
as to call it freedom.

There could be a time
when I wake and decide to tell all.

Or perhaps
I'll take the secret to my tomb.

That is something
you'll have to live with.

Perhaps I'll disappear.

[Benjamin] I'd recommend it.

I don't know why, but I have a feeling

that a beautiful villa on Lake Garda
might soon be up for sale.

Why are you doing this?

Because the man who played Sherlock Holmes

owes an unpaid debt…

to a young woman
who wanted to be an actress.

Someone he failed to see

or help,

or love.

[tender, mysterious piano music]

So we'll leave it like that, then?

More or less.

A tie.

[Benjamin] Meeting you has been
truly remarkable, Señora Adler.

[Adela] As it was for me
meeting you, Señor Holmes.

Is there anything else to say?

All that I have to say
has already crossed your mind.

In that case, then possibly my answer
has already crossed yours.

Adios.

[pensive piano music]

[echoing sounds of blades crossing]

[man] Señor Basil,
we are ready for you now.

[Benjamin] To Sherlock Holmes,
she is always "the woman."

I have seldom heard him
mention her under any other name.

It was not that he felt any emotion
akin to love for Irene Adler.

All emotions, and that one particularly,

were abhorrent to his cold, precise
and admirably balanced mind.

A SCANDAL IN BOHEMIA

THE FINAL PROBLEM

[outro theme playing]