03x03 - Hotel St Marc

[bunniefuu]

♪ ♪

ELIZA: Good evening.
[Slade cries out]

You're a hard man to find,
Mr. Percival.

Percival?
A rather notorious con man.

ELIZA: Some of your
victims lost their life savings.

SLADE:
You've got the wrong man.

ELIZA:
The more you cooperate,

the easier this will be.

Help! Help!

Monsieur! Monsieur!
[groaning]

20 francs to walk away
and ask no more questions.

This man is a wanted fugitive.

I merely wish to establish
if you are working

with the other detective.
What other detective?

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[thunder claps]

[whimpers]

[click]

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[horse whinnies]

[manager speaking French]

Thank you.

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[door opens]

[door closes]

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[places suitcase down]

[dings loudly]

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[people talking softly in
background]

[sighs]

[dinging loudly]

[manager speaking French]

In English, please.

We are very busy this evening.

I am so sorry to keep you
waiting.

Mm.

You are staying with us
tonight, Monsieur...?

Slade.

It is cold this evening.

Were you warm enough
on your carriage ride?

No.

Oh, I am sorry to hear that.

Slade.

Slade.

Ah, yes, here we are.

Room 18.

[calling]:
Antoine, help this gentleman

with his suitcase.

No, I, I'll take it myself,
just give me the key.

But it is...
Just the key.

Room 18.

Up the stairs.

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[manager speaking French]

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[places suitcase down]

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[key jingling]

[key jingles,
Slade picks up suitcase]

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[key jingling]

[door unlocks]

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[snoring softly]

[snoring]

[metal clasping, locking]

[grunting, breathing quickly]

Good evening.
[cries out]

[handcuffs click]

What on Earth
are you doing?! Let me go!

You're a hard man to find,
Mr. Percival.

Percival?

My name is Slade.

Jeremiah Slade.

The room is booked under
the name Slade,

but you are in fact
Charles Percival,

a rather notorious con man.

Or do you prefer con artist?

What are you talking about?!
You're insane!

You've defrauded half of London,

including my client Lord Morgan,

who has offered
an amount of money

I can only describe as vulgar

to bring you back to England.

Of course, there are
Is to dot, Ts to cross,

extradition warrants,
and so forth.

I've sent a telegram to the
British Embassy in Paris,

so the wheels are in motion,

but, um, we'll probably
be stuck here till morning,

so we should try
and make the best of it.

Do you, uh, play cards?

I'll have to deal, obviously.
I have no idea

who you're looking for,
but I'm telling you,

you've got the wrong man.

Duly noted.

Let me go this instant
or I will call for help

and you will most certainly
be arrested.

The more you cooperate,
the easier this will be.

Help!

Help!
[metal clanging]

Help!

Help!

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[bird cawing]

SLADE [muffled]: Please,
can you just please take this off?

I, I can't see anything.

[grunts]

I'll remove the gag if you
promise to remain calm.

Yeah, I promise, I promise.
Nod your head if you agree.

[metal rattling]

This goes straight back on if
you so much as raise your voice.

[grunts affirmatively]

[exhaling]

May I please have my glasses?

I can barely see a thing
without them.

{\an3}Hm?
[panting]

[exhales]

You have no right
to treat me like this.

I have every right.

Some of your victims lost
their life savings.

But I am no confidence trickster

or, or fraudster,

or whatever the damn word is.

I am a lawyer from Camden Town!

And what business
does a London lawyer have

in the middle
of the French countryside?

That's confidential.
That's convenient.

Not from where I'm sitting.

We are three hours coach ride
from Paris

and six miles from
the nearest town.

Not much work here for a lawyer,

but an excellent place
for a wanted man to hide.

Now I suggest you stop
your complaining

and make yourself
comfortable. [chuckles]

Well, as comfortable as you can.

Can I get you some water?

No.

You say you are
a private detective.

How do I know you're not
some deranged lunatic?

You don't.

Look, I have the
utmost respect for those

on the side of law and order.

Oh, I'm sure.

It is rather arrogant

that you will not even entertain
the possibility of being wrong.

Truth never comes
to the closed mind.

You certainly sound
like a lawyer.

I am a lawyer!

Why in God's name
won't you believe me?

Well, since we have time
on our hands,

allow me to state my case.

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Charles Percival has been
wanted by Scotland Yard

for 12 years.

He's fooled the rich
and the powerful,

the poor and the needy.

The secret of his success
is versatility.

He's never played
the same trick twice.

Each character he adopts

has a different appearance
and demeanor.

Meek and mild,
colorful and bombastic.

His latest role was as a
flamboyant bookmaker

who offered incredible odds
on the biggest horse race

in England... the Grand National.

Hundreds were fooled,

my client included.

But as always,

the elusive Mr. Percival
disappeared into thin air,

with no leads to follow.

Well, almost none.

There was a train booked
from London to Dover.

Then a boat to Calais.

And a reservation at a small
but exclusive French hotel,

all booked by the same man.

Jeremiah Slade.

A lawyer from Camden Town.

You've been duped.

Someone clearly wishes
to blame me for crimes in which

I played no part.

You don't believe that
any more than I do.

Help!

Help!

Help!

I'm astonished you haven't
been caught before this.

Help!
[groaning]

[knock at door]

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Monsieur! Monsieur Slade!

I'm so sorry,
my husband was having

the most dreadful nightmare.

Your husband?

The gentleman in this room
checked in alone.

Well, I've only just arrived.

I was visiting some friends in
Compiègne. [Slade shouting through gag]

What is that?

[muffled shouting continues]

20 francs to walk away
and ask no more questions.

SLADE [through gag]:
Help me! Help me, please!

Please help!

She's mad! She's mad!

This man is a wanted fugitive.
No, I'm not!

And I am in the process
of bringing him back to England.

My name is Eliza Scarlet,
I am a private detective.

You are a detective?

I expect that reaction
in England.

I had hoped the French
would be more forward-thinking.

That is not what I meant.

I merely wished to establish
if you are working

with the other detective.

What other detective?

What did he say exactly?

Only that he was
from Scotland Yard

and was working a case.

He was most aggressive and
insisted I leave him alone.

[sighs]

Madame, there are
other guests to consider.

I would ask that you
please be discreet.

You have my word.

Where is he?

[people talking in background]

Excuse me.

Eliza Scarlet.

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[chuckles]

Mr. Nash.
Come now,

are we not long past
such manners?

Call me Patrick.

What are you doing here?

Ordering room service.

They've no tables free
in the dining room.

I mean what are you
doing in France?

The same as you, I'd guess.

I'm on holiday visiting
friends in the region.

Oh, really?

Now, if I was a betting man,
which I am,

I'd lay money on you being here
to find a fugitive con man.

How's it going?

Have you found him?

Not as yet, no.
Well...

Good luck to you.

[people talking in background]

[door closes]

Good evening.

Mr. Nash.

Patrick, please.

Why did you tell
the hotel manager

you were from Scotland Yard?

To get rid of him.

He was asking
too many questions.

About what?

About him.

Eliza Scarlet, Charles Percival.

Charles Percival,

Eliza Scarlet.

[wind howling outside]

As I've said several
times already,

I have no idea
who this Charles Percival is.

My name is Baron.

Sebastian Baron of the
Hampshire Barons.

Now, why wouldn't I believe
the word of a con man?

I'm sure he's made this mistake

in good faith, but it is
a mistake nonetheless.

I've had a team of 30 men

looking all over
Northern France.

But I found him staggering

back from the hotel bar,
blind drunk.

BARON:
It is not a crime

to enjoy oneself.

I have tried reasoning with him,
but he will not see sense.

Please go and fetch help.

He's convincing, isn't he?

I think it's in the eyes.

Mm?

Anyway, we're leaving
first thing in the morning.

Should be back in London
by this time tomorrow.

I'd imagine there'll be
a big reception

at Charing Cross station.

Well, at least I hope so.

I've paid enough for it.

Congratulations.

[door opens]

[door closes]

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[quietly]: You make a sound
and I'll break your thumbs.

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[door opens]

[people talking in background]

NASH:
Wait a minute.

Is that it?

Is that all you've
got to say, hm?

[chuckles]

"Congratulations"?

[chuckles]

Can you only enjoy success
when it comes with praise?

Come on, he's been
on the run for 12 years.

You don't have any
professional curiosity?

How did I find him?
Where did I find him?

No.

Or is this sour grapes?
Are you jealous?

Oh, I assure you, it's not that.

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Oh, it is jealousy.

Well, that's a shame.

You know, I thought you of all
people would be above that.

{\an3}Mm.

ARUN:
If you could be so kind.

[people talking in background]

Absolument, monsieur,
whatever you require.

And the lady will be joining us
for dinner,

so we shall require
a table for four.

Of course... if you would like to

take a seat in the lounge,
I will tell you

when your other guests
have arrived.

Excellent, and, uh, send someone
over with the wine list.

I'm in the mood to celebrate.

Monsieur.

Shall we?

{\an3}Mm.

I'm sorry to trouble you again,
but do you have a moment?

I am very busy, madame.

For various legal reasons
that I cannot divulge,

there are complications
with the case I'm working.

"Complications"?

The other detective...

The one from Scotland Yard.

He cannot know that I
also have a prisoner.

[chuckles]

I understand how that
must sound, but I assure you

everything is above board.

I've applied for
an extradition warrant,

and very soon the local police

will arrive to take myself

and my prisoner
to the port of Calais.

[whispering]: In the meantime,
I, I would appreciate it

if you would keep this
between us.

Very well.

But I must insist that
you stay in your room

and do not bother
the other guests.

You have my word.

So you keep saying.

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[wind howling]

Madame.

[grunts]

[grunting]

[quietly]: I'm sorry,
I can't take that off.

Hopefully it won't be
for too much longer.

[grunting]

NASH:
Hello again.

[grunts]

I forgot to mention
I saw you arriving

a couple of hours ago.

But I didn't know that

you had company.

Are you going to introduce me?

This is Charles Percival.

I don't know who
you have downstairs,

but you must release him
immediately

and hope he doesn't
press charges.

Now it makes sense.

I knew you wouldn't
just give up.

Walk away.

You think I have the wrong man.

[muffled]:
She has the wrong man!

I'm, I'm the wrong man!

Can he breathe like that?

He was yelling for help.

I warned him several times,
but he wouldn't listen.

Hm, get one of these.

It makes people very compliant.

You can thr*aten to
sh**t them, obviously,

but you could just say you're
going to hit them with it,

break their nose.

No one wants that, do they?

{\an3}Hm?
No.

[exhales]

Who are you?

My name is Jeremiah Slade.

I am a lawyer from Camden Town.
No, he isn't.

And what brings you
to France? He won't say.

Apparently it's confidential.

I refused to discuss
my business whilst chained up

like a wild animal.

I beg you,

release me from these shackles.

I cannot stay like this
a moment longer.

I've an idea.

Give me the keys to those cuffs.

We'll let him get up,
stretch his legs.

Maybe he can tell us
what he's doing here.

Absolutely not.

Mm.

So you are 100% sure
you've got this right.

Yes.
There's not even

a glimmer of doubt
that you might have captured,

and in fact assaulted,

an innocent man?

[hesitantly]:
No.

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I have come to France to see
a client, a Mr. Nelson,

formerly of Belsize Park
in London.

He has lived in the region
this past eight years,

having married a local woman.

There have recently been
marital difficulties

and they have decided to end
their union.

Mr. Nelson wishes return
to England,

but French law gives his wife

certain rights
over his property.

ELIZA: Why didn't he
hire a French lawyer?

He is a friend,
as well as a client.

Our company has an office
in Paris.

I was here on business anyway.

Sir, I am unsure of the
professional relationship

between yourself and...
the lady,

but I assume you are
the senior partner?

He most certainly is not.

We're from different agencies.

Well, I say agency.

Unlike myself,
Miss Scarlet is a one-man band.

SLADE:
That is no doubt

why she has made
this terrible mistake.

ELIZA: Firstly, I have
several associates

who work for me
on a regular basis.

Secondly, I have a mountain
of evidence against you.

[scoffs]

NASH: Do you
remember that accountant

from Wandsworth?

The Bow Street division
arrested him last year?

They were certain he was
Charles Percival.

It turned out he was innocent

and Percival had laid
a false trail

to put the police
off his scent. Hm.

I have made no such mistake.

I'm afraid you have.

And I can prove it.

Are you sure you put the
handcuffs on properly?

He's not going anywhere.

But you will have to
let him go at some point.

And when you do,

he'll go straight to the police.

He might even sue you.

I mean, he's a lawyer.

He's not a lawyer.

The only reason I agreed
to speak to the poor wretch

that you've captured is
in order to set him free.

Which I must insist
you do immediately.

You do know you're
not in charge of me.

Hurry up.

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May I at least have
a cup of tea?

Just tell her what
you're doing here.

You insisted my man
had his handcuffs removed.

You should do the same
for yours.

That's because your man
is innocent.

Is someone else being held
prisoner? Do you remember what I said

about your thumbs?

[sighs]

Go on, then, tell her.

My name is Sebastian Baron,
of the Hampshire Barons.

My father was lord lieutenant
of the county.

He recently passed away,
and as his only son,

I will inherit the estate.

Before I take up
that responsibility,

I wish to spend a few months
traveling 'round the continent.

And what brings you to this
particular hotel?

Well, I'm a student of history.

This hotel was designed
by an Italian architect

in the 17th century.

The stained glass window
in the lobby

is a tribute to his
home city of Venice.

Exhibit A.

Unnecessary detail
designed to make the story

seem more convincing.

That's a little tenuous,
don't you think?

Indeed, it is, thank you, madam.

Exhibit B: his accent.

He's trying to sound
like old money,

but there's something else
hidden in there.

As a child, I lived in
many different places.

My father made
his fortune in trade.

I fail to see what
any of this proves.

I thought you had
actual evidence.

Glad you reminded me.

The bogus bookmaking firm
that Charles Percival set up...

For the Grand National?
We did some digging,

and found a safehouse paid for
by that same bookmaker's.

We went to take a look,
and no one was there,

but we found travel documents

and bank details.

All fake.

And all belonging to one
Sebastian Baron.

Of the Hampshire Barons.

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This is patently absurd.

Someone clearly wishes to
damage my reputation.

Why didn't you mention
all this before?

Showmanship.

You always save the best till
last.

We need to talk.

♪ ♪

[footsteps retreating,
door opens]

There's something
very strange going on here.

I can offer an explanation.

That you are right and I
am wrong? I have a team of

30 full-time detectives,
and you have, well...

You.

It's one of many reasons you
should come and work for me.

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

Eliza.

Eliza...

I only have your
best interests at heart.

Please.

[people talking in background,
glasses clinking]

[exhales]

Let us imagine for a moment

that you are right
about all this.

Well, that's very gracious,
thank you.

I say it only to prove a point.

[softly]: If you have indeed
caught the real Charles Percival,

and I have
fallen for some false trail

designed to put me
off the scent,

then the question is this:

who created that false trail?

He did, Percival.

But why leave a series of clues

to bring me to the same hotel
he's staying in?

Why not send me off to some
far-flung part of the world,

miles from where he actually is?

That's an interesting point.

I believe there are
three possible answers.

One of us is right.

Both of us are right.

Or neither of us are right.

And Charles Percival
is somewhere else entirely.

So what do you suggest?

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ELIZA: We are going to ask
you a few more questions.

You have our word

you'll be given
the benefit of the doubt.

Thank you,
that is most reassuring.

Well, don't thank them.

They should be
arrested for this!

An aggressive tone
will not help any of us.

You seek to ingratiate
yourself to them.

There's something about
this man I do not trust.

Documents with your name
on them were found at a house

belonging to Charles Percival.

How do you explain that?

My father was a
ruthless businessman.

He had many enemies.

This could be an act of
revenge on his only son.

Is that the best you can do?

No one was talking to you.

This cock and bull story
may wash with her.

It will not with him.

A woman who runs
a detective agency

is clearly no fool.

SLADE: You see? He
seeks to avoid the issue

and instead gain favor.

This is the man you seek.

He oozes fraud.

Just look at that waistcoat.

Well, you dress
like an undertaker.

How dare you
talk to me like that!

Oh, don't pretend... When you are
the reason I have been dragged...

BARON: ...to be offended! SLADE:
...into this whole sorry business...

...in the first place!
[Baron continues shouting]

You're a liar, a fraud...
[Slade continues shouting]

NASH: One at a time, gentlemen.
[p*stol cocks, shouting stops]

If you please.

ELIZA:
Thank you, Mr. Nash.

[p*stol uncocks]

Now...
[knock at door]

[door opens]

You have a visitor, madame.

[people talking in background]

NASH [sighs, quietly]:
You called the police.

What were you thinking?

[quietly]: I believed I
caught a wanted criminal.

How else was I going to
bring him back to London?

There are ways.
Such as?

A private boat,
three armed men, and a big sack.

I do hope you're joking.

[people talking in background]

Well, this is not good.

[exhales]

Not good at all.

Perhaps he's a reasonable man.

Non.

Non, non, non, non.

This is unacceptable.

I apologize for the confusion,

but the situation has changed.

There are now two suspects.

I was told there was only one.

Both men may be involved
in the same crimes.

Or perhaps just one of them.
Or, or neither of them.

For now, I would suggest
detaining them both

while myself and my, uh...

Partner?

...colleague
make further enquiries.

Do not tell me what to do.

You have no jurisdiction here.
I understand that...

Wait here.

I'll go see for myself.

But if I could just...
I said wait.

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[sighs]

How about a drink?

[people talking in background,
string instruments playing]

{\an3}NASH: You been to France before?

No, never.
Mm.

Been lots of times.

And I've met plenty of
little Napoleons

like that chief of police.

Which is why I said
this wasn't good.

Do you want to know why?

I'm sure you're going
to tell me.

An area like this,

in the middle of the
countryside,

there's next to no crime.

The odd stolen horse, maybe a
punch-up on Bastille Day.

But now the local police have
two suspects

who could be
Scotland Yard's most wanted.

It's a chance for them to make
a name for themselves.

I have more faith
in human nature.

No, you don't.

[sighs]

So who are you working for,
anyway?

Who is your client?

No one.

I'm doing this for the, uh...

I suppose you might
say the glory.

The glory?

Charles Percival isn't
just wanted in London.

There are warrants for his
arrest in Belgium and Austria,

not to mention America.

And you want the whole world to
know

that Patrick Nash was the man
who found him. There's nothing wrong

with being ambitious...
You are, too.

That's why you
should come and work for me.

[sighs]

It's because you don't
trust me, isn't it?

Do you blame me?

Sometimes I see you leaning
heavily on your walking cane.

Other times there's not even a
trace of a limp.

I'd suggest the only reason
you're using that cane

is to make me feel guilty.

You think that b*llet you
took was somehow my fault.

It was your fault.

[music continues,
people talking in background]

I can't think of a subtle way
to change the subject,

so I'm just going to do so.

[people talking in background]

What if we're both wrong,

and neither of those men are
Charles Percival?

You think it could be someone
else?

Someone in the hotel?

It's hard to tell
just by looking.

Unless mind-reading is one
of your hidden talents?

When I was a girl, I used to
play a game with my father.

We'd go into a busy street

and try and guess three things
about a perfect stranger.

Tell me about him.

Parisian.

Some kind of banker.

[chuckles]

He's waiting for his
wife to join him.

She nags him about his drinking,

which is why he'll finish that
bottle before she arrives.

[Arun laughing]

It's, it's true, I
swear it! [laughing]

In a moment, that loud gentleman

will try to impress the young
lady

by ordering the most
extravagant item on the menu.

A vintage claret
or a Château Margaux.

A Château Margaux, definitely...
It's slightly more expensive.

You're wrong.

He's going to order cigars.

ARUN:
My good man,

we'll take a box of cigars.

Oh, and a, a bottle of
Château Margaux, please.

Ah!

I'd call that a draw.
[laughs]

Shouldn't he have
come down by now?

The police chief?

It's been rather a long time.

As you say, he no doubt wishes

to be involved in the
investigation.

Yes, probably just that.

What if he's left the hotel
and taken them with him?

Surely we would have
seen him leave.

Well, there may be another way
out... maybe a, a back door.

SLADE:
Help!

Please, help!

He collapsed.

Just fell to the floor.

I don't think he's breathing.

♪ ♪

[sighs]:
I'll go and get help.

There's no pulse.

[wind howling]

What do you think?

I think he's dead.

I spoke to the manager.

He's sending word
to the police station.

And you told him not
to let anyone leave.

I did, but I doubt
they'd want to.

That storm's getting worse.

Any idea what k*lled him?

ELIZA: No obvious cause
of death that I can see.

No puncture wounds or bruising,
no...

No trauma to the head.

You say he just collapsed.

He'd been questioning
us for a few minutes.

I became thirsty
and asked for some water.

He poured a glass from that jug

over there.

One for me, one for him.

We continued talking

for a short while,
then all of a sudden,

his breathing became shallow
and he fell to the floor.

Could it be poisoned?

I, I drunk that water, too...
You must call a doctor.

Liar.
What?

SLADE:
The policeman took a drink,

he did not.
Of course I did.

You saw me sip from
that very glass!

That is a blatant lie.

SLADE: The policeman
drank the water, and collapsed.

I called for help, he told
me to be quiet. I did not!

SLADE: He threatened to
harm me if I made another sound.

I don't know why he's saying
these things, but you must

call a doctor...
My life is in danger!

He's lying, he's come
here to k*ll me!

Why would he want to k*ll you?

Because I'm the man
you're looking for.

I am Charles Percival.

SLADE:
Now please,

take me somewhere safe

and I'll tell you everything you
want to know.

You were right, I am in hiding.

The net is tightening around me.

I've run out of places to go.

As a younger man, I confess I
enjoyed the thrill

of running from city to city,
country to country.

The exhilaration of escaping
those who wished to jail me

or cut my throat.

But now...

[exhales]

Who's the man upstairs?

The one you say wants to k*ll
you.

I cannot say for sure, but I
have seen him before, in London.

I have a house in Holborn.

I was coming back there one
night

when I saw a movement in
the front parlor.

I did not go inside, instead I
peered through the window,

and I saw him waiting,
with a g*n.

Is he one of your victims?

I believe he is a paid assassin.

Paid by who?

One of the larger bets on the
Grand National

was placed by a
Russian gentleman.

I later discovered
he was a g*ng leader.

A cold-blooded m*rder*r.

My life is in danger.

You must let me go!
[cuffs rattling]

Sit down.

Now.

I've been hired to bring you
back to England

and that's exactly what I'll do.

[breathing slowly]

Please, you must call a doctor.

I feel most unwell.

That is unwell.

[sniffs]:
You are perfectly fine.

He gulped the water down,
I only took a few sips.

It may take longer to have
an effect.

Your friend in black says you
never touched a drop.

[weakly]:
He's lying.

And not just about
that, about everything.

He's not Charles Percival.

And how do you know that?

Because I am.

[inhales sharply]

All right.
[coughs]

If you are Charles Percival,

who's the other man?

Call a doctor, I beg you!

Who is he?
I don't know!

I think I saw him
on the boat coming over.

If he is following me, I would
guess he'd be a hired k*ller.

Hired by who?

There are so many who wish me
dead.

Oh, please, my heart is racing!

The lady, her life is in danger.

He will k*ll her if he has to.

[panting]

There may even be others
in the hotel.

What do you mean, others?

If you want help, start talking.

[choking]:
I can't breathe.

[gasps]

[in American accent]: Walk
back, three paces, palms facing me.

When I say... and only when I
say...

You're going to give me
the key to these cuffs.

All right?

Now.

Who are you?

Thomas K. Malone.

Of the New Hampshire Malones.
[chuckles]

I'm a detective, work
for an agency in Boston.

Been after Percival for years.

Almost caught him in London,
too.

I was undercover, posing as a
rich lord

looking to spend Daddy's money.

I found out about his safehouse

and sat for two days
waiting for him to come back.

He didn't, but your men did,

so I had to make a run for it.

Anyways, long story short,

the man downstairs is Charles
Percival and I'm taking him in.

And you're going to k*ll us
like you k*lled the policeman?

No, no, I didn't k*ll him,
he just collapsed.

Maybe there is something in that
water, I don't know.

The police can look into that
when they get here.

I'll be long gone by then.

And where will I be?

{\an3}NASH:
Stupid.

So damn stupid.

I can't believe I fell for that.

ELIZA: This is no
time for self-pity.

He fooled me, too.

I thought it was you knocking
on the door.

I should never have
answered without checking.

There are some tools
on the floor.

If I can just...
[clanging]

They're gone anyway.

What's the point?

So your plan is to
sit there and sulk?

You have a tie pin, don't you?
Try using that on the lock.

[tools clanging, Eliza grunting]

We can still catch up with them.

Hopefully, the police will
be here soon.

You do know there are three
different ports

where ships leave for America,

Le Havre, Cherbourg,
and Marseille?

You have a team of
men in France, yes?

Send one group to Cherbourg,
one to Marseille,

and you and I
will go to Le Havre.

There's no team,
I'm here on my own.

{\an6}What? We're
overstretched as it is,

we've got 12 active
investigations,

I couldn't spare anyone.

And then I found out that you
had a lead

and were heading to France.

How did you find that out?

You had the whole case pinned up

on the wall of your office.
You broke into my office?!

[laughs]

[exhales]

[grunting]

[yells in frustration]

[sighs]

[chuckles]

Are you incapable of
telling the truth?

[sighs]

My brother used to say that.

[chuckles]

"Patrick, you lie so much,

I think it may be
a medical condition."

[sniffs]

We came to London together
a few years back.

It was his idea to
set up the agency.

He was a good detective,
thorough.

He'd do the hard work and I'd
do the...

You know, what do you call it?

The front of house, I suppose.

He had more of a moral compass
than I did.

He'd help anyone.

Rich or poor.

There was this family from Cork.

Fresh off the boat.

They paid my brother up front
to find their missing daughter.

A lot of men would've just
taken their money

and spent it, but not him.

He went looking for her.

He found her with some drunk
lunatic down by the docks.

A fisherman, handy with a knife.

He stabbed my brother right
through the heart.

Dead before he even hit the
floor.

That's what you get
for being honest.

So the moral of your story

is lie and cheat,
and you'll stay alive?

There's no moral.

I'm just saying that some people
are survivors.

Like you and I.

That's why we should
work together.

[chuckles]

Is this some twisted attempt to
get me to sympathize with you?

I will never work for you,
do you understand?

I don't know if you made that
story up just now

or you've told it
a hundred times before,

but I don't believe a word
that comes out of your mouth.

I doubt you even had a brother.

♪ ♪

[cuffs unlock]

You were right about
the tie pin.

His name was Michael.

My brother.

[wind howling]

[door shuts]

Have the police arrived yet?

No, but someone has stolen a
horse and carriage from outside.

Do you know anything about this?

I think I may know who that was.

Oh, of course you do.

Could I trouble you
for one more thing?

I need to send a telegram
to Scotland Yard.

I want nothing more to do with
any of this.

The police will
help you when they get here.

[people talking in background]

You are English?

I am.

Good... my French is appalling.
[chuckles]

I hope you don't mind,
I know it's very late,

but I do hate to drink alone.

What about your companion,
the lady?

Oh, we are not together.

We met on the boat coming over.

I thought we were getting on,

but it seems I may have misread
the situation.

It's not my intention to be
rude, but I'm working.

Please, don't,
don't let me disturb you.

Are you enjoying your stay here?

Um, not particularly.

I know what you mean.

I wish I'd never set foot
in this damn place.

I'm in the hotel
business, you see?

I own property in Delhi,
Paris, London.

Always on the lookout
for new opportunities.

Someone in London suggested
I come here and take a look.

I should've known never
to trust a lawyer.

A lawyer?

{\an3}Mm.

Uh, he works for the owner.

Who apparently is very keen
to sell.

[quietly]: Yeah, I, uh, I
shouldn't gossip, but, uh,

he was married to a local girl

and things ended badly.

So he wishes to move back home.

You came here to buy the hotel?

{\an3}Mm.

Yeah, it's a small place,
but it's a gold mine.

I was due to meet the owner
for dinner,

along with his lawyer.

This lawyer, what's his name?

Slade.

Jeremiah Slade.

He didn't turn up.

Neither did the owner, so I
thought, to hell with them,

and decided to leave.

Didn't get very far, though.

Why not?

No, I've seen them do it.
[chuckles]

Yeah, trampling grapes in bare
feet covered in bunions! [laughs]

Even in the finest of vineyards.

It's extremely disconcerting...
Terribly effective.

Ah-hah.
[chuckles]

We need to talk.

Miss Scarlet... Miss Kinsky.

Charmed.

Mm-hmm.

It's important.

I shall leave you to it.
Mm.

[exhales]

Thank you for that.

There's only one road that
leads from the hotel

to the outside world.

It's a, a small narrow track
that runs up a steep hill.

I remember... so?

I was just speaking to one of
the other guests,

the loud gentleman with the
cigars.

He tried to leave,

but the snow has made
the road impassable.

There's no way out

and hasn't been for hours.

The, um, American detective.

Malone, was it?

Mm-hmm.

I think he and Charles Percival

are still here.

♪ ♪

[wind howling]

He wouldn't be stupid enough
to hide in the same room.

Well, we should at least check.
All right.

Who's going first, me or you?

You, obviously, he has your g*n.

b*ll*ts work on men, as
well as women, you know.

Just hurry up!

There's no one here...
I told you.

[Malone groans]

[cuffs clanking]

[grunts]

Oh, did someone poison you?

Again?

Oh, I'll take that.

[grunting]

Thank you.
What happened?

[sighs]:
I tried to leave, stole a coach.

Didn't get far, I couldn't see
a damn thing in that storm.

I brought him back here
to make another plan.

[exhales]: I must've taken
my eyes off him for a second.

I don't know how, but I guess
he hit me from behind

and knocked me clean out.

We need to go, he must
be somewhere in the hotel.

Wait, wait!
[chuckles]

I know what I did was a little
underhand,

but we're on the same side,
right?

What say we team up
and bring him in together?

Um...

No.

Come on, you can't leave me
here like this.

Wait, please!

So what now?

Start knocking on some doors?

No, we may need
the element of surprise.

Check upstairs in room 18.

I'll meet you in reception.

[footsteps approaching on
stairs]

There's no one in room 18.

Apart from a dead French
policeman.

Speaking of which,

if the road has been blocked for
the last few hours,

how did he get here?

He didn't.

Would you care to explain that?

It's snowing outside, but when
we spoke to him,

his coat was bone-dry.

I wasn't sure why at first,
but now it's obvious.

He was here all along.

He's not the real chief of
police.

Exactly.

I think he was posing
as a guest.

Do any of these names
look familiar to you?

Um...

Not as such.

Monsieur Papillon.

The winning horse from this
year's Grand National.

Room 12, checked in last night.

It would seem our con man
has a sense of humor.

Hm.

Well, we should be careful.

We're not the only ones looking
for him.

SLADE:
Please,

you don't have to do this.

Please, I beg you.

I have money in my
suitcase, take it.

I'll give you anything you want,
anything at all!

[chuckles]

What I want is for you to watch
while he drinks this.

Ah, it was you who poisoned
the jug of water in my room.

So much quieter than a g*n.

More painful, too.

Non.

[screams] NASH [cocks
p*stol]: I wouldn't do that

if I were you.

Or that.

Hands where I can see them.

Move back.

Please.

What's he doing here?

They're working together.

Charles Percival isn't
just one man.

He's several.

I put our lady friend
in the cellar,

and left the so-called
lawyer where he was.

You sure he's in on it?

He introduced us to the chief
of police

when he knew the man was a fake.

He checked him in last
night as a guest.

Hm.

The woman who was trying
to k*ll you, who is she?

[in English accent]: She was
paid by a Russian g*ng in London.

They lost money on
the Grand National.

She must've followed me
to room 12.

I'd hidden Samuel in there.

Samuel is the man posing
as a lawyer.

I saw them come back,

Samuel and the American
detective.

I hit the American over the
head,

then Samuel and I headed
up to the room.

So who is Charles Percival?

I was the first to
go by that name.

The others work with me,

even pose as me sometimes
to help protect my identity.

There have been several others,

but recently just Samuel
and Henri... rest his soul.

And Henri was the
chief of police.

That was not the role he was
supposed to play tonight,

but when you came,
we had to improvise.

And what role was
he meant to play?

The hotel owner.

We were going to sell the place
to that businessman

from Delhi.

Where is the real owner?
At home,

in the local town,
drinking himself to death.

His wife left him.

He can't even get out of bed
in the morning.

I came here a month ago, he
just left me to my own devices.

I still have money.

Dollars, francs, pounds.

If you let me go...

This isn't about money.

Unless... I have the
beginnings of respect for you.

Please don't ruin it.

[quietly]:
It was just an option.

[birds chirping, horse nickers]

[both speaking French]

I've just given my statement.

At least I think I have...
My French is a little rusty.

Well, I just spoke to the chief
of police.

He says he wants to
interview the prisoners himself.

Did you offer our help?

I did, but he said
it's his investigation now.

You should've seen his face

when I told him there'd been
a m*rder.

[whispers]: I've never
seen someone that happy.

You're sure he's the
real chief of police?

Well, he had a badge.

[chuckles]

I don't think we'll be getting
our money

any time soon.

Mm, I'm sure you're right.

But he did say
the road's open again.

We could go into town.

Have some breakfast?

Why not?

♪ ♪

You know, in some ways this all
turned out rather well.

I mean, we ended up
working together.

Patrick...

[sighs]: Please
don't start that again.

Did you just call me Patrick?

It was a slip of the
tongue, I'm tired.

No, it's progress,
it's real progress.

Yes, in a few years,
I might even trust you.

♪ ♪

[click]

ELIZA: I know I'm not an expert
in matters of the heart.

I just didn't want
to see him today.

POTTS: We are having
difficulties in our courtship.

FITZROY: Who are we waiting for?

PHELPS: Michael Galanis.

As in the g*ng?

As in the g*ng.

These are serious people.

They won't want you sniffing
around in their business.

[g*n cocks]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪