01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

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I don't suppose you've

heard the good news.

We're getting a bowling alley?

Philippe Saint-Andre

has apparently returned home.

I have a business

proposition for you, Spade.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- You're feeling all right?

I'm fine. Never better.

I don't know who sh*t Papa.

Maybe the monk?

He came right after Papa left.

He started banging on

the gate with a stick.

[BELL TOLLING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[DOCTOR SPEAKING FRENCH]

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

Terribly sad. Outside of

the antique, I barely got you

for St. Valentine's or whatever.

Do you still possess a working p*stol?

Anyone who wants to sh**t me

will have to bring their own g*n.

I have no idea what that means,

but it has the ring of your

usual moral foolishness.

Still, there's a madman running around.

You might want to protect yourself

with something more

reliable than just your wits.

[SLOW JAZZ MUSIC]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[LIQUID POURING]

[GLASS CLINKS]

[CLOCK TICKING]

[CLOCK TICKING]

Where's Teresa?

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[GASPING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[DISTANT CLUNKS]

[RADIO PLAYING IN BACKGROUND]

Teresa?

[KNOCKING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Have you seen Teresa?

No.

She could have. If she left last night.

Or if someone came and took her.

[SLOW STRING MUSIC]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[BREAKS SQUEALING]

Cheeky little automobile, Mr. Spade.

Out to enjoy some of that

fresh country air, are we?

Something like that.

Ah, both you and the girl.

You saw her?

Yes. At dawn, I was on my way here.

The colors at sunrise

are a painter's dream.

She was on the road?

She came past me.

Her shoes were muddy.

As if she'd been running.

And her eyes, they were

downcast. Seemingly upset.

What color were they?

I think they were

Ah, yes. Sorry, a bit

obsessed with details.

Occupational hazard, I'm afraid.

Yeah, you said she was upset?

Yes, well, I imagine the m*ssacre

at the manor was the cause.

Oh, you heard about that, huh?

Everyone's heard about that.

From the girl?

No, I waved.

Tried to chat with her,

but she just ignored me.

Can't say I blame her.

Pardon?

[ENGINE REVVING]

[INTENSE ORCHESTRA MUSIC]

[DISTANT DOG BARKING]

[CAR DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

Teresa?

[MYSTERIOUS PIANO MUSIC]

[WATER SLOSHING]

[SCRUBBING FLOOR]

You're asking the wrong guy.

In my experience, the better

souls never stand a chance.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[OMINOUS MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

[BELL TOLLS]

[BELL TOLLS LOUDER]

[SAM COUGHING]

[SLOW STRING MUSIC]

[CHAIN RATTLING]

[STRING MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

These things will k*ll you.

These are the same ones doctors smoke.

I saw on TV.

[COUGHING]

Yeah, you really seem

to be enjoying them.

Yeah, all right, climb down before you

make yourself dizzy and break your neck.

I'm not leaving.

Philippe's not coming.

He promised.

I'm sure he did.

Did you do this?

- No.

- You know who did?

How could I? We're not allowed up here.

And yet, here you are.

They're all dead.

What difference did

their useless rules make?

I'll tell you what.

You stay and wait for

your father to show up,

smoke to your lungs' content.

I'll be back at sundown.

If you're still hanging

around, you come home with me.

If not, then swell

knowing you and I hope

you and Philippe have

a nice life on the run.

[BARN DOOR OPENING]

sh*t!

[ENGINE REVVING]

Any idea how she ended up

inside the chapel last night?

I don't play with dolls anymore.

So, no idea how she lost her head?

I gave her away years ago.

You know this car

still smells like roses.

She'd bring treats to the

orphanage at Christmas.

Gabrielle.

Oranges from California.

Imagine that.

Sometimes she'd bring

me books or a blouse,

or some other piece of

clothing she was done with.

The books were all in French.

She said that once I

started to dream in French,

I'd be fluent.

She said the same to me.

Sadly for everyone, I

still dream in English.

Though usually French wins.

She didn't want me to hate you,

for what you did to my father.

[g*nsh*t]

Get down.

[TIRES SCREECHES]

[INTENSE MUSIC]

[ENGINE REVVING]

Stay down.

[g*nsh*t]

[TIRES SQUEAL]

You all right?

[MOTORCYCLE REVVING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[INTENSE STRING MUSIC]

[MOTORCYCLE REVS IN DISTANCE]

Mr. Spade?

Nasty business. This car's cursed.

Not the person who sh*t that window,

that's for sure.

Are you saying they missed on purpose?

The car was moving too slowly

for the gunman not to have hit me.

And what about the second sh*t?

Self-defense. I was

about to run him over.

Yes, of course you were.

I'm not even sure it was meant for me.

GEORGE: Ah! Lovely. That's great.

That's my new neighbor.

An odd fellow.

[SIGHS]

Philippe could have taken the sh*t.

With Teresa in the car?

Hard to imagine even

Philippe doing that.

And he's wounded, which

shouldn't make him too hard

to find for a pair of top

detectives like you and

[IN FRENCH] your idiot brother.

Samuel, we talked about you using words

like "moron" and "idiot"

when speaking to my brother.

Terms of endearment.

We've checked the two

hospitals in the area.

No one with a b*llet

wound has been admitted.

Same goes for

veterinarians and dentists.

Sounds like you two are

right on top of things.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Mr. Spade, can I borrow your lawyer?

You were four years old.

[PENCIL SCRAWLING ON PAPER]

[BIKE CHAIN WINDING]

HENRI: I took her to Le Canard Noir,

that old place in Rodez.

Set me back 20 francs.

I'll take care of that.

Best 20 francs I ever spent.

With that stupid grin, I'll assume that

you and Mademoiselle Ruse

are once again exchanging

[IN FRENCH] the heat of passion.

In the General's office. On his desk.

I hope one of you didn't

wrinkle Philippe's file.

Sergeant Saint-Andre's

file is rather short.

On several pages, names,

dates, places are blacked out.

He's army intelligence.

I'm sorry, I couldn't get more.

That's plenty.

Philippe, a spy.

I guess the w*r really did

deplete the supply of able men.

There was something

I heard, just a rumor.

Well, there's this bow near the base,

where a lot of ex-Deuxième

Bureau guys hang out.

Every so often, I go there for a drink,

and the other night,

there was some joking about

Saint-Andre hiding a

young woman in his quarters

his last time on base.

He's probably not the first.

The woman was Algerian.

No one heard her name.

Thank you, Henri. Much appreciated.

Any time.

I must confess, since I was a child,

you've been my hero.

Your hero?

Oui.

My advice, trade up.

[WATER SPLASHES]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[PEOPLE TALKING IN THE DISTANCE]

[ROMANTIC LATIN MUSIC]

WOMAN: You know what they say,

"Marry for money, divorce for love."

I thought it was, "marry for

money, earn every nickel."

Which do you believe?

I'll get back to you.

You forget something, sweetheart?

We're having a swim, aren't we?

What will the gardener think?

I'm not worried about the gardener

leaving me for someone younger.

If I were you, I'd be more

worried about mosquito bites.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm just reminding you, there's

more to me than my money.

How could I ever forget?

[WATER SPLASHES]

DOCTOR: Why must the innocent

always pay for the rest of us,

for our sins?

When the Nazis paid their little visit,

mother superior ran

g*ns for the underground.

- Your point?

- No one's innocent.

Still, one tries to be on

the right side of things.

If only one knew what that was.

Six dead nuns, five files.

Which one is missing?

I know these women. I

examined them every six months.

Three were from Spain,

one was from Portugal,

and the mother superior was born here.

The last was an African.

We had not yet met.

There's no file for her.

I met that one briefly. [COUGHS]

Can I see the bodies?

Patrice had them all bagged

for transport to Paris.

Does Patrice really want Paris

crawling up and down his town?

He does not,

but he understands

that six massacred nuns,

or dead nuns in any number,

bring much unwanted pressure.

And Paris is better equipped.

The extent of the autopsies I can do

run from death from fall off ladder

to death from heart att*ck.

Don't forget boredom.

You joke, but the

ministry was quite serious

and quite clear in their instruction.

I was not to touch the bodies.

Of course, they said

that after I found this

around the neck of the African.

[BELL RINGS]

[ENVELOPE RUSTLES]

I didn't know nuns were

allowed to wear jewelry.

[LOCKET CLICKS]

Real nuns, that is.

[SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]

[DISCORDANT MUSIC]

[LAUGHING]

[CLOCK TICKING]

[SUSPENSEFUL PIANO AND ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[DOOR OPENS]

[g*n CLATTERS]

[g*n CLATTERS]

[DOOR THUDS AND SQUEAKS]

[DOOR SLAMS]

We must wait for the replacement windows

to come from England.

How long?

[DOG BARKING]

Who sh*t you?

Technically, I was sh*t at.

Just a second.

I care about this car,

so whatever your feelings

for the late Jacques Laveront,

promise me you'll take good care of her.

I'll treat the car

as I would any beautiful

woman I despise,

with respect in her presence

and lust in her absence.

Good, then we understand each other.

I think.

- Ciao, Anatole.

- Sam.

Just happened to be passing by?

No one has been sh*t or

sh*t at here for a long time.

Not since the w*r.

And that was collaborators

k*lling partisans

and partisans k*lling collaborators,

not some crazy person executing nuns.

There's been another w*r

since, in case you've forgotten.

And we both know that

one's made plenty of people

crazy and desperate.

This is not really about people though.

This is about you.

There are six dead women

who might say otherwise.

That was yesterday.

Today someone sh*t at you.

But you're not worried about me.

Could Jean-Pierre have done this?

Sure, he could have, but he didn't.

How do you know?

He's all talk. But m*rder, no.

Jean-Pierre would disagree.

So would every man who went to w*r.

That's why they give them medals,

with snappy uniforms to pin them on.

That way, whenever

they look in a mirror,

they see a soldier.

And what about the man

who burns his uniform

and sells his medals?

What does he see?

You may think you understand him,

but you make him feel small.

You make most men feel small.

That's because they don't know me.

Then, I've never much cared

what other men thought of me.

Not caring doesn't make one bulletproof.

You should needle point

that one on a pillow.

Sometimes, Sam

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[CUCKOO COOING]

Spade, I'd like you to meet my mother.

Lady Cynthia, Sam Spade.

How do you do, Mr. Spade?

I've been better.

I'm so sorry for invading

your devastatingly attractive

home without being asked,

but George said he

he didn't think you'd mind.

I don't. Nice to meet you.

Oh, Mr. Spade.

Um, please feel free to say no,

but may I ask you an enormous favor?

Sure, you can ask.

I've never seen the landscape

my husband painted for your late wife.

Um, would you mind, terribly,

if I came inside with

you and took a peek?

May I come, too?

I I haven't laid eyes on that

painting since the day of the unveiling.

More the merrier.

Ah. Ah.

George and I have rented

the villa next door.

Uh, we're neighbors.

Though, of course, it's hardly

as scrumptious as all this.

Gabrielle's family got

the house on the cheap.

The previous owner d*ed suddenly.

- Oh.

- He was guillotined.

[CYNTHIA GASPS]

In fact, he got his head chopped off

right after Marie Antoinette.

Oh, dear.

Mother, he's pulling your leg.

Oh, capital. [LAUGHING]

Oh, you'll find I'm

extremely gullible, Mr. Spade.

Somehow, I doubt that.

[DOOR OPENS]

Oh, thank you.

George, look at this marvelous place.

Oh, they don't make them

like this anymore, do they?

Ooh, oh, oh.

[GEORGE AND CYNTHIA

SIGHING AND LAUGHING]

It's just wonderful!

Yes, Mother, notice the shadowing.

- Ah.

- Ah.

Singeon's sense of

color was always divine.

And look, George, look how he's captured

the the delicate flesh tones

of this lovely, naked lady.

Well, I'll leave you two

to show yourselves out.

Yes, thank you so much.

- Awfully kind of you.

- [CLOCK CHIMES]

Oh, one more thing.

I believe we have a mutual friend,

Philippe Saint-Andre.

I wouldn't say that

Philippe and I are friends,

more like, a long time ago,

we bumped into each other.

Oh, oh, I I I I see.

Well, I I hear he's

returned to Bozouls.

I would love to say hello.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

I've no idea where he is.

Mm, pity.

How do you know Philippe?

Well, uh, years ago,

he purchased one of my

husband's masterpieces.

- Really?

- Mm.

He paid a generous sum for it, too.

Are you sure we're talking about

the same Philippe Saint-Andre?

The Philippe I know isn't one

to part with a generous sum,

or any kind of sum,

for anything that he

could just as easily take.

[RADIO ANNOUNCER SPEAKING FRENCH]

[ITEM THUDS]

No.

[FOOTSTEPS RETREATING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Well, this morning, I had

to get a ride from Basem

to buy two new tires.

You had to slash the spare, too?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You sound like your mother.

That was her favorite

answer to every question.

"I don't know what

you're talking about."

It was like a tick. [COUGHS]

And that's what you get

for saying such things about my mother.

- [SAM COUGHING]

- Are you all right?

Are you sick?

Couldn't be better.

Just tell me where you saw this glint.

Yeah, no one's gonna

take a sh*t from there.

What's that? Is that a clue?

Right now, it's just an

empty pack of cigarettes.

Well, they haven't been here very long.

Really?

Yeah, it was windy last night,

so if the pack was here before,

it would've been covered in leaves.

Interesting theory.

Okay, tell me what

you saw in the chapel.

I'm really hungry.

Teresa.

Helena said she's making me ravioli.

What did you see in the chapel?

I told you.

That monk fellow hit the mother superior

and then we all ran away.

Yeah, you said that before,

and you were very convincing,

but someone locked

the kids in the closet,

and this morning, someone

took a sh*t at you.

At me?

To scare you, to keep you from talking,

which means you either saw

something you shouldn't have

seen or you know something

you shouldn't know.

Why did Philippe come running to you?

I'm his daughter.

You're his daughter, yet

he didn't feel the need

to fill you in on who sh*t him and why?

He was protecting me from

knowing things I shouldn't.

Protecting you how?

By then, just leaving you alone?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

My father didn't come to see me.

He was there to meet someone else,

one of the sisters.

Which one?

The new one, sœur Angélique.

Then his plans changed when he got sh*t.

[LOCKET CLATTERS]

Yeah, that's them.

"Them"? What, the kid was with her?

No, he came a month later with Papa.

So, Philippe shows up

wounded, with a kid,

and tells you what?

To hide the boy

while he found a place to

stay and got patched up.

He said he'd come back for us in a day.

He leaves the kid with you, takes off,

and the monk comes knocking.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

I was hiding Zahid in the tower

when I heard the kids screaming.

[CHILDREN SCREAMING]

They were running from the chapel.

They said a priest hit

[IN FRENCH] mother superior.

So, you didn't actually see him hit her

like you've been saying?

No.

Then what? You locked

the kids in the closet?

To keep them safe.

[DOOR SLAMS]

[KEY RATTLES]

Shh, shh!

I ran back to my room.

And heard the first g*nsh*t.

[g*n FIRES]

[MONK SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

The monk was shouting.

[MONK AND NUNS WHISPERING IN FRENCH]

He was telling sœur

Angélique that she had to watch

while he asked each of

them where the boy was.

[g*n CLICKS]

[MONK SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

And when they wouldn't say

[g*n FIRES]

he sh*t them

one by one.

[NUNS WHISPERING IN FRENCH]

[g*n CLICKS]

[MONK TALKING IN FRENCH LANGUAGE]

- [NUN SCREAMS]

- [g*n FIRES]

[TERESA PANTING]

- [NUN MOANS]

- [g*n FIRES]

[g*n CLICKING]

- [NUN SCREAMS]

- [g*n FIRES]

- [NUN SCREAMS]

- [g*n FIRES]

I tried to close my eyes,

but I couldn't look away.

And then

Then what?

He saw me.

- [GASPING]

- [THUDS]

[TERESA PANTING]

- [MONK GRUNTS]

- [Kn*fe SCRAPES]

So, you told him where the boy was?

No.

You weren't afraid?

I had my Kn*fe.

Well, sadly, I lost it.

In the chapel?

In the monk.

- [Kn*fe STABS]

- [MONK SCREAMS]

[SQUELCHES]

[FOOTSTEPS THUDDING]

[DOOR SLAMS]

I ran to the bell tower,

but the boy was gone.

Who is this kid that someone

would k*ll six people to find him?

I don't know.

But right before he k*lled her

Sœur Angélique said something.

The Mahdi?

What the hell has your

father gotten you into?

[SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC CONTINUES]

[WOOD CLATTERS]

[SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL

MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

♪

♪

♪

Let's play a game, you and

I, called "I won't lie to Sam."

♪

We got a meeting with the

bishop. Want to come along?

As long as no one asks me to confess.

Mr. Spade, do you have any specific

information you want to share?

I just did.

I need to find Philippe.

[CHUCKLES]

If I want you dead, I just have to wait.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

You want to have a real conversation,

knock on my door.