01x01 - Episode 1

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[dramatic string music intro]

THE FINAL PROBLEM

[1950's style dramatic film music]

[film narrator]
In a remote and forbidding fortress

the world's greatest detective

will come face to face
with a villain of uncommon evil.

[dramatic scream]

[narrator] Sherlock Holmes
and the Mysterious Shadow.

[man] It's definitive, my dear Watson,

we are encountering a cold
and ruthless m*rder*r.

[dramatic scream]

Could it be?

{\an8}[narrator] Starring the inimitable
Benjamin Basil.

[car honking]

[energetic Latin music]

[Benjamin] I'm expecting a call
from America, it will be a producer…

-It's important that I…
-Excuse me. Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes.

Um, well. Nice to meet you too.
Do I know you?

-[woman] Um, well…
-[man] Benji!

-[woman] Let's say that…
-Here!

Ah, so you're familiar with that imbecile?

Fonsi, you have made me look ridiculous.
This señor is not an English actor.

Don't take it the wrong way, Benji.
Just a little joke between amigos.

As I recall, not one of my amigos
has ever called me Benji.

Oh, he likes to show off.

Vicky Montes, Benjamin Basil.
Or perhaps I should say Basilio?

Basil is a legend.
A Spaniard in Hollywood.

[Fonseca] Although he prefers to hide
his actual last name.

I'm glad you're still the same old, Fonsi.

[Vicky] Mm-hmm.

You do know I'm about to sh**t
a blockbuster with the Americans?

-[Benjamin] Here in Spain?
-[Fonseca] And in England.

We're set sail tomorrow
on my private yacht.

-Very good. I'll leave you to it…
-[Vicky] We have room for Basil.

Oh, yes. Why not?
Vicky has suggested that you accompany us.

Come to Majorca.

[Fonseca] There's a fiesta
with a producer who is…

[both] American.

-Wow! Come on, Mr. Basil. Join us.
-[Fonseca] Come on, you old man.

Do you have anything better to do?
But why do I ask? I know that you don't.

Uh… Señorita. Uh… Fonsi.

It's a pity. There's a part in this
new movie that you would be perfect for.

Come with us.

[distant thunder]

[radio playing "Buttercup"
by Andrew DeLong & Harry Greene]

-[Benjamin] This weather isn't helping.
-And Majorca is no better.

[Fonseca] So we're going to have
to chance course.

The captain mentioned
a small hotel on an island.

The plan is to disembark
and spend the night.

Brilliant. Um… we haven't talked
about the movie yet, about my character.

Well, we'll have time.

[Fonseca] Are you that keen
to get back in the game.

[Benjamin scoffs]

[Fonseca] There's Santa Águeda.

It's quite small.

It's bijou.

Oh, it's okay.

[radio playing "Piel Canela"
by Eydie Gormé]

[Fonseca] The hotel is
the only inhabited place on the island.

Not much chance of meeting new people.

Vicky will love it.

-[Fonseca] Get ready, we're almost there.
-[Vicky] Does your friend know anything?

[Fonseca] Nothing. We'll attract
less attention with him around.

["Piel Canela" continues]

-[porter] Can I help you?
-No, no, gracias, that's not necessary.

[Fonseca gasps]

Careful, Fonsi. We need to sh**t a movie.

-[man] Wait! Stop! Please!
-[woman] It's too much! You're a cad!

-[man] But I love you!
-[woman] No, it's over!

[Benjamin] Oh.

-Señorita.
-Gracias.

-[man] Come back! Please!
-A couple who are guests here.

I suppose they won't be a couple
for much longer. Or guests.

["Piel Canela" continues]

Bienvenido.

[music stops abruptly]

[grandfather clock chimes]

Bienvenidos al Hotel Ausländer.

Buenas t*rd. [clears throat]

[door squeaks open and closes]

[quirky mystery music]

[Vicky scoffs]

Dinner will be served in half an hour.
I hope you're hungry.

Don't count on me.

Bienvenido.

[elegant piano music playing]

[man huffs] Check.

[cigarette case clicks open]

[piano piece ends]

[pianist plays "Tipsy" by Richard Freitas]

[Benjamin sighs]
I know what you're thinking.

"Is that the old actor
who played Sherlock Holmes?"

Sorry to disappoint you, but no it is not.

[scoffs] But you are Benjamin Basil.
And you did play Holmes.

Infinitely better
than that hack in the English version.

-May I join you?
-Please, I'm an actor.

I love people to talk about me,
even if bad.

Excuse me, Toni.

No, no, thank you.
I prefer to smoke my own.

A whisky.

-[man] Will you do it for me?
-Uh, could you be clearer?

Look at me. Your deduction.

[scoffs] Sorry, you do know I'm an actor?

You played
the greatest detective in history, though.

Yeah. Let me ponder.

You practice sport. Probably tennis.

Uh-huh.

And left-handed, no?

I've been brought up at home
to use my right hand. What is your secret?

-It's unbelievable.
-[Benjamin chuckles] No, it's elementary.

[man] Will you join me?

Uh… I'll have a tonic water.

-Some strawberry tart, anyone?
-No, thank you.

And what is it you do,
besides chasing after a woman in a pamela?

I am a novelist. Crime stories, mainly.

-[woman] Where were you?
-[woman 2] This service is outrageous.

Elisa, where were you?

[Elisa] You always want
to know everything, don't you?

[man] They are travelling together,
but they are not sisters.

[Elisa] Could you please play
"Buenas noches, amor"?

I haven't introduced myself.
I'm Francisco Foxá.

It was a real pleasure
talking with you, Señor Foxá.

["Buenas noches, mi amor"
by Osvaldo Farrés playing on the piano]

I hope that now you're all alone
you'll pay me a little more attention.

-[Foxá scoffs] Buenas noches.
-[Elisa huffs]

[Toni huffs]

[Toni clears throat embarrassed]

Just to let you know that we will
soon power down the generator.

Gracias.

[generator powering down]

[intermittent banging noise]

[rumbling thunder]

[pensive piano music]

[faint music on radio]

[sighs satisfied]

-Morning.
-Good morning. The boat is gone.

-Has it sunk?
-Haha, quite funny.

They radioed yesterday
to report a malfunction.

They're docked in Alcúdia.

Now you won't make it to the fiesta.

They'll be so disappointed.
It just won't be the same without you.

You're not hungry?

[scoffs]

- [Fonseca] Where's the boss?
-I don't know. I'll go look for her.

[tense string music]

Morning.

[Fonseca] I need to use the radio
to call my yacht.

The radio was damaged last night
by lightning, so no communications.

-[Fonseca] For how long? I…
-[manager] I am unable to say.

Here's the novel I mentioned.
I knew I had a copy in my suitcase.

[Benjamin] The Missing Dagger
by Frank Finnegan.

It's one of my nom de plums.

TO BENJAMIN BASIL

-I'll look forward to reading it.
-[woman screams]

It's Catalina.

[Catalina] Señora?

[Catalina] Señora, it's the pavilion.
The door won't open, something is wrong.

[manager] Doctor, sorry to ask,
but could you accompany me?

Certainly.

-Would you help too, Señor Basil?
-Of course I will.

[tense string music]

I do not know why I cannot enter.
Only I have the key.

-If you'll permit me?
-Of course.

[grunts] It's blocked from the inside.

[doctor] Oh.

[Benjamin] How long since…

There's rigor mortis.
She must have been there all night.

-Suicide?
-[doctor] It appears so.

[manager] My goodness.

[doctor] She must have blocked
the door with the chair to…

Well, to get some privacy, I suppose.

[Fonseca scoffs] Privacy?

[doctor sighs] Well, I imagine
if one wishes to take one's own life,

it would be preferable
not to have an audience.

[Foxá] The rope gave way in the struggle.

Potentially.

[Fonseca] We should take her back
to the hotel.

No, her companion shouldn't see this.

No, someone official needs to do it.
We can't do it, it's just not protocol.

[manager] I'll inform Palma
when the radio is fixed.

Does anyone have access to a camera?

[manager] I do.

-A Polaroid at the hotel.
-[Benjamin] Good, bring it here, thanks.

The doctor can take photos for the police.

[manager] Of course.

Señora Ausländer, someone should
probably inform her friend also.

Leave it with me.

[Benjamin] Thank you.

She took a bump to her head.

Yes, I see.
There's bruising on her temple.

I think she might have collided
with the stool when the rope gave way.

And this? Look at her lips.

[doctor] Presumably something she ate?

The strawberry tart last night.

-I don't understand.
-[Ausländer] Let me assure you, we are…

But why would she though?

Women. They can be weird.

The sooner my yacht gets here, the better.

[woman with German accent]
Two women, travelling together alone.

[woman] What do you think?

[Fonseca] No, thank you.

-[woman] I noticed the look you gave them.
-[man] Keep your voice down.

[woman scoffs]

[tense string music]

[Foxá] What's your opinion?

[piano music playing on the radio]

No opinion here at all.

What about the door? The bump to the head?

Come on, Toni, if you keep rubbing
that table, you will wear it out.

Okay, where are you going with this, hm?

I don't believe for a moment
you were acting in the pavilion.

You were examining the corpse of Elisa.

Because the poor woman has passed.
And passed for real.

[Benjamin] There's even
the possibility of foul play.

[Foxá] Go on, admit it.

Admit the possibility of a crime.

No, I won't admit anything.
And lower your voice.

[Benjamin] I was only being curious.

That's because, deep down inside you,
there's a Sherlock looking to play.

Very well, I'll play with you.

Imagine you are… Elisa, for a moment.

She puts on her makeup?

She puts on an expensive watch,
earrings and a pendant.

With the only intention
of hanging herself?

What's your move?

-Nothing.
-[Foxá] Nothing?

Because what would happen
if I found out it was not a suicide

and that a criminal is here with us?

There would be a problem then, you see?
If the k*ller was you, and I find out.

-I'd have to m*rder you.
-[Benjamin scoffs]

-Can I use your first name?
-Absolutely not.

[tense, sustained strings]

[strings blend into pensive piano]

Thank you.

I needed to clear my mind.
Swimming helps me to think.

I understand, Señora Figueroa.

At this stage I assume
the whole hotel knows what happened.

Please call me Adela.

Benjamin Basil.

I'm aware of who you are.

[Benjamin] How are you feeling?

[Adela] I don't know. It's all so absurd.
She didn't even leave a note.

[Benjamin] Some commit suicide
without leaving one.

I'm certain my friend
would have said something.

Can you tell me about her?

[Adela] What would you like to know?

Elisa was a good person.

Carefree.

She didn't have a job and seemed like
the perfect companion for here.

[Adela] She lived in London.
Her husband was English.

-But died in the w*r.
-So it was in England that you two met?

No, in Paris.

Elisa had met someone new,
but their relationship didn't work out.

That united us.

And now, did anyone catch her eye?

-Why do you have so many questions?
-No reason. Simple curiosity.

-I feel cold.
-I'm so sorry, I've been so insensitive.

[Benjamin] We should
get back to the hotel.

They say that she hanged herself.

No good can come from knowing the details.

So it was suicide, then, wasn't it?

[Ausländer] My dear. Catalina will
bring you up some dinner, so you can rest.

[Adela] You are being very kind to me.
Thank you.

Well, goodnight, then.

You and I must talk.

Can you give us a moment, please?

-Interesting woman, Señora Figueroa.
-What are you playing at?

-Pardon? What are you suggesting?
-[Ausländer] You and that gentleman, Foxá.

Suggesting to my guests the possibility
that it might not have been a suicide.

-He said that?
-[Ausländer] Indeed.

Based on your so-called deductions.

What deductions?

-That she was beaten before she died.
-[Benjamin] He said that?

That she was drugged to fake a suicide.

That is just not possible.

Um… Excuse him, he's a writer.
Too much imagination.

It is difficult enough to deal with
a suicide without you scaring my guests

with speculation about a k*ller.

-I'm going to address it.
-Well, thank you.

One more thing. There is just
a small matter, perhaps you can clarify.

Sure, if it will bring
a conclusion to this game.

-Were Señora. Figueroa and the deceased…
-No.

You have anticipated the question.

I know what's on your mind.

A double room with two beds
and each had their own one.

That clears that, then. Gracias.

[knock on door]

-[doctor] Excuse me.
-Come in, I'm on my way out.

[doctor] I just finished
examining the body.

I thought you'd want to have my report.

Oh, absolutely.

After dinner, Dr. Seruya
will inform us of his conclusions.

-You're invited, obviously.
-Perfect, then…

[doctor] Oh, I also locked the door
to the pavilion.

Muchos gracias.

We will see you
at dinner then, Señor Basil.

[radio starts up with rock'n'roll music]

[Catalina sighs relieved]

-[speaking German] Leave it.
-No.

-It's just music, though.
-It's too loud.

Just leave it.

-Yes?
-[woman] The music.

-[doctor] What about it?
-Can you not respect the dead woman?

-[doctor sighs exasperated]
-[woman] Impertinent!

[music continues from radio]

[Adela] Señor Basil.

[Benjamin] Yes?

You asked me earlier
if Elisa had an eye on anyone.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.

-Toni.
-The waiter?

Nothing special.
He smiled at her, and she encouraged him.

[Adela] I imagine that boy flirts
with all the female guests.

And did your friend, well… respond to it?

I remember her kicking me under the table
when he served us.

But we were simply having fun.

I see. The shawl your friend took from you
yesterday, did she give it back to you?

When?

The last time I saw her was last night.

Clearly. That's right.

Everyone, can I have your attention?

I will try not to take up
too much of your time.

-What about the police?
-[woman] Why are they not here yet?

[Ausländer] Due to yesterday's storm,
the radio was broken,

so it is not possible
to contact the authorities in Majorca.

Gerard is working hard on fixing it.

What do you mean by "working hard"?

That I will do my best
to have it ready as soon as I can.

-[Fonseca] I need to talk to my yacht.
-It is impossible. We are isolated.

-And with a m*rder*r among us.
-[woman] Good heavens.

[Ausländer] Please, calm down.
There is no m*rder*r among us.

[Ausländer] I think we should listen
to Dr. Seruya.

[Foxá] Yes, please tell us your findings.

To put it bluntly, cause of death,
I believe, asphyxia by hanging.

[Foxá] And how are you so sure?

Before dying, a hanged person
will struggle and convulse,

which leaves a mark that's unmistakable.

Señora Mander had this.

[Dr. Seruya] If you'll allow me,
I took some photographs.

[Ausländer] Could you be
less graphic, please?

-[Foxá] Someone could have hanged her.
-With difficulty.

[Dr. Seruya] It's not easy
to hang someone who'll resist.

[Foxá] If she was conscious.

-Perhaps the rope was slipped around her…
-Señor Foxá.

I understand you write novels, correct?

-Yes, but that's unrelated.
-Indeed, sir. This is real life.

[Foxá] You can't expect us
to sit around and do nothing.

There could be a m*rder*r here among us.

-[Fonseca] Listen, Señor…
-May I?

I know you like to impress women
with fine words, but you are scaring them.

And what is your opinion?

Pardon?

[Foxá] Tell us your opinion.
It's important.

My opinion
is no better than anyone else's.

[scoffs] But you've played Sherlock Holmes
on more than a dozen occasions.

[Foxá] He is the quintessential detective.

You know by heart all the novels,
all the stories… Each one of his cases.

[dreamy piano music]

In the absence of a real detective,

you have more experience than any of us
to investigate this case.

You are Sherlock Holmes.
Tell us your opinion.

[people whispering]

You see, Sherlock Holmes
is a character from fiction.

-[Benjamin] He never existed.
-You heard the doctor.

[Ausländer] Elisa Mander
committed suicide. End of the story.

I implore you all
to try to forget about this matter.

For my part, I can assure you

that the hotel will continue
to operate as normal.

[sighs relieved] Let's go.

[German] Ja, because normal
has served so well.

[German man] Quite.
I'm sure we'll be fine.

Excuse me, doctor.
Are these all of the photos that you took?

Yes, of course. Why do you ask?

No, nothing. Simple curiosity.

[radio plays big-band jazz music]

[distorted music as power shuts off]

[lingering string music]

[grandfather clock chimes]

Hello! Easy. It's me, Foxá.

What are you doing? Turn that off,
Francisco, and let's get out of here.

-[Foxá] We're using first name?
-[Benjamin] Apparently.

I knew it. I knew you were acting before.

We are always acting, all of us.

Although some of us
are better at it than others.

[Benjamin] Hold this.

[Benjamin] Don't look at what is there,
but observe what is not.

-The rope.
-On the money.

Seruya could have removed it
to examine the neck wounds.

That's what will find out, Watson.

Just as I thought.
The rope has disappeared.

Should we look at Seruya?

Or everyone. You saw how easy
it was to steal the key for here.

We're discounting nothing.

But why would they take the rope?

For the same reason
there's no sign of the knife.

The knife? But what makes you think
there was a knife?

[scoffs] Because that is the proof
that Elisa Mander…

didn't k*ll herself.

Do you have a cigarette?

-My tobacco is black.
-That's fine. I didn't bring mine with me.

We will begin at the beginning. The rope.

[Benjamin] Did the strain
of Elisa's weight

combined with her struggling
cause it to break?

Or was there manipulation here?

So that we would believe
she hit her head, when she fell?

So she was struck before the hanging.

[Benjamin] Correct.

Probably with that stool.

Or perhaps… Turn around.

[scoffs]

Like this.

The left hand?

That would explain the bruising if they
planned to surprise her from behind.

Relax. You're not the only one.
Klemmer also uses his left hand.

[Benjamin] I noticed it
during his game of chess.

[scoffs]

[Benjamin] Look here.

They moved the table.
Observe the mark on the floor.

We can see it better now
because of the humidity.

[Benjamin] The table served to elevate
her body, thereby assisting the k*ller

to hang her using the pulley.

Oh my god. They hanged her alive.

[panicked, choking sounds]

And there's more.

Yesterday she took
a shawl from her friend after dinner.

[Foxá] Yes, I remember.

Where is it?

It's not where it is,

it's why it isn't here.

No point spending more time here.
We don't want to raise any suspicion.

[quirky mystery music]

-Ten suspects are trapped on an island.
-Twelve.

[Foxá] And with no chance
of receiving any outside help.

The game's afoot?

The game's afoot.

[faint music from radio]

-[Foxá ] When do we talk to the doctor?
-Oh, when the time is right.

No need to spook the hare.

Suspicious of anyone else now?

Suspicious of everyone.

-Buenos días.
-Buenos días. See you later.

[Fonseca] Any news?

Gerard's is fixing the antenna.
I plead for patience, Señor Fonseca.

I'm sorry, but can we talk?

You are fine, Catalina,
please continue your duties.

[Catalina] Yes, Señora.

Well, then?

-Last night you were in the pavilion.
-Us two? No. [tuts]

You entered my office
and stole my key, didn't you?

[Benjamin] What has given you that idea?

I found traces of your tobacco.

I can also play detective.

-So let me explain.
-Do tell me.

She was hanged.
She was still alive when they did it.

Someone wanted us to believe
that it was suicide, although it wasn't.

[Benjamin] We have proof.

What proof?

Did you see the jewellery she was wearing?

-What? Has it disappeared?
-[Foxá] No.

Don't you find it strange that someone
who intends to take their own life

dresses for the opera?

[Ausländer] No idea. I never thought
about taking my own life.

There's also the rope.

[Ausländer] What rope?

The rope she was hanged with.
It was cut through with a knife.

[Ausländer] Mhm. And where is that rope?

-[Foxá] It is missing too.
-[Ausländer] Mhm.

-[Ausländer] And where has it gone?
-[Foxá] Good question.

-Basil?
-Uh… Excuse me. Your hands.

What's wrong with my hands?

Uh… You were, I'm sure,
wearing two rings last night.

-No.
-Yes.

Only one. This one.

No, another. May I?

One on both fingers.

Some strawberry tart, anyone?

One more recently.

-[Catalina] What do you mean?
-[Benjamin] One has left its mark. Look.

[Benjamin] Here the skin is lighter,
highlighting where you wore it.

There other one must be new,

because the finger does not have
any marks to indicate you were wearing it.

[tense string music]

Señor Basil, I hope you know
what you are doing.

-Señor Basil?
-We'll see.

-[Foxá] Open the closet, please.
-Yes.

Are we done?

So the fact that you stopped wearing it
begs the question: "Why?"

Wouldn't you agree, Catalina?

[Benjamin] And if you're trying to hide it
you're not leaving it out, are you?

[sighs] So I think that is enough.

[Foxá sighs]

[Benjamin] Huh.

[mysterious strings]

[Benjamin] Et voilà!

"To my beloved E."

-[Benjamin] Who could that be?
-Elisa. Elisa Mander.

Or maybe you have secret nickname
beginning with an "E"?

Or perhaps it relates to your middle name?

[Benjamin] Hm?

Catalina?

Please give us an explanation.

I don't know… [whimpers]

I gave it to her.

[Toni muffled] The ring…
I can explain. I am not a thief.

I repeat, it was a gift from the señora.
Honestly. On the beach.

She said she had run out of cigarettes
and asked if I would bring her a packet.

Are guests always
so generous with their tips?

The lady guests have always
found Toni approachable.

But Toni has always known his place.
Correct, Toni?

Nothing… happened between us, really.

Do tell us what you mean by that, Toni.

We made out a bit.

And nothing more?

No, I am not happy
with the tone of this conversation.

It's important and necessary to establish
if anything more occurred.

That was all. That's my word.

The señora made me stop
and gave me the ring as a gift.

And you didn't insist?

-I do know where the limits are.
-No, Toni. It's clear you don't know them.

To recap then: The señora gave you
the ring, and you gave it to Catalina.

She had no idea who it belonged to.

And when the tragedy occurred,
you made her take it off and conceal it.

I got scared when you found the body.

From bad to worse, Toni.

You surely understand
that when the police get here,

we must inform them of all this?

-Yes. They'll accuse me of theft, yes.
-[Foxá] Only theft?

Gerard, take Toni to his room, please.

-Señora, please.
-[Gerard] Toni, let's go.

[Toni sighs]

[Ausländer] Hm.

-Telling the truth?
-[Ausländer] I honestly don't know.

I think our guests need to be informed.

I'm not sure that is such a good idea.

[Benjamin] Are you overlooking the fact
that one of them may be a m*rder*r?

[Ausländer] So it's true? You still
believe Elisa Mander was m*rder*d?

[Benjamin] Without a doubt.

Uh, pardon me… I only just recalled.

I had agreed to take
one of my books to your producer.

[Benjamin scoffs] Lord.

Very well… [sighs] If you are right,

how do we know
the perpetrator won't m*rder again?

[scoffs] You are looking at an actor.

An actor that is merely observing
the pieces of the puzzle.

[Ausländer] You are a keen observer,
because that missing dagger was stolen.

[Benjamin] That dagger could have
been used to cut Elisa's rope.

Then find the proof.

[tense string music]

[Fonseca] I'm risking my neck here.
This is the last time, I tell you…

[Fonseca] Not here.
Come on, man! Take it away!

-We can't risk anyone seeing it.
-[Dr. Seruya] It's not what we agreed.

-[Dr. Seruya] Consider the consequences.
-[Fonseca scoffs exasperated]

[Fonseca] I've grown tired
of your threats, you quack.

[grunts annoyed]

-Buenas días.
-Ah, buenas días.

[branch snaps]

[Benjamin] Do you recognize it?

Yes, it was hers.
Elisa some time ago showed it to me.

We found out
that Toni and Catalina had hidden it away.

The boy has told us that Elisa gave it
to him after an encounter they had.

He said so?

It's strange, no? It must have held
a lot of sentimental value.

She was given it the day
her fiancée proposed marriage.

No one would part with that, surely.

Elisa would.

So you think it's possible that she did?

Don't judge her for it.

After all, she buried her husband
over ten years ago.

Being the widow of a man

she'd only lived with for eight months
had been testing.

And so, she might have regretted it?
The wedding?

I suppose we must all do crazy things
when we're young.

[Adela] Didn't you?

And not so young.

I'll tell Gerard to liberate Toni.

I'm not happy with what he's done,
but the ring wasn't stolen.

Please, can I keep it
for me to remember her by?

Absolutely.

-You have more right to it than anyone.
-Thank you.

-Is that all you wanted to know?
-For the moment.

So, now it is my turn
to pose the questions.

[Adela] Am I right in thinking…

Elisa was assassinated?

[tense, sustained strings]

Oh, dear god.

It would assist us if you didn't
mention it to anyone at the hotel.

And who would it assist?

[Adela] You and that
gentleman who follows you everywhere?

Señor Basil is just
gathering information for the police.

Yes, playing detectives, isn't it so?
Aren't you taking this game too far?

This entire situation is exceptional.

[scoffs] I don't doubt that.

And who better in the situation
than the exceptional Sherlock Holmes?

[Adela] I can sleep at night
knowing we can all depend on you.

[Gerard] The usual?

A… A whisky double. Straight.

[Latin music playing on radio]

[Gerard] The usual?

A tonic water, if you don't mind.

So, any more on the radio?

I'm doing my best, Señor Basil.

There are no spare parts on the island
and I'm not sure how I'll fix it.

-[Benjamin] Are you looking for someone?
-Um… Vicky.

But I just recalled
that I was meeting her outside.

-Later then, see you.
-Of course.

-We still have to talk about that movie.
-Yes. Yes, yes.

[Benjamin scoffs]

[Mr. Klemmer] Check.

[Mr. Klemmer] Check and mate.

That was even more easy than the last one.

Yes, I said earlier I'm not on top.

Bah, bah, bah, bah.

Excuses. Admit I surprised you
when I sacrificed my rook.

Oh, completely. You are a genius.

Where are you going?

That's enough for today.
There are things I have to do.

Feigling.

Come again now?

-[Mr. Klemmer] Nothing.
-[Dr. Seruya] No, no!

[Dr. Seruya] Not nothing.
You called me something.

Might it have been "a Jew"?

Coward.

Coward?

I'm sorry.
I'm not sure what was in my mind.

I know what was in your mind, though.

[quirky mystery music]

[knock on door]

What Seruya is hiding.

The missing rope?

[Benjamin] Although I don't know how
that rope can link Fonseca to the m*rder.

Money.

Could be payment for his silence.

Unbelievable, really. Who would
travel around with this sort of money?

[knock on door]

-Yes?
-[Dr. Seruya] It's me, Seruya.

Do you have a minute?
I need to talk to you. It's urgent.

-May I?
-No… Might be better at the hotel bar.

-Are you ready or not? I'm really hungry.
-[Vicky] I'm coming!

We had better talk a bit later.
At 10 o'clock by the pavilion.

Alone.

Alone.

[door closing]

[elegant piano music]

So it's 9:30 now. Ten minutes to ten
I'll go out to find Seruya.

Five minutes later,
you make your way there.

I want you to stay hidden
and closely watch what is going on.

Please excuse me.

[Latin big-band music playing]

-Do you think of anything better, then?
-Pardon?

Playing detective.
That's what you said earlier, isn't it?

[Benjamin] Until the radio is fixed and
the police arrive, what do you propose?

Do nothing but sit
with a deadly k*ller among us?

[Adela] Convince me, then

Come again?

Convince me you're as good a detective
as your screen persona.

[Adela] Your deduction.

Not a smoker. Or you seldomly smoke.

And you dye your hair.

How can you tell?

[Benjamin] Your eyebrows,
they're a different tone.

Wow, I'm sat with an expert in hair dye.

I've been married twice, you see.

[Adela] And how do you know I don't smoke?

[hesitates] Your lovely teeth
have not been bleached.

You're wrong. I have smoked.
I did many years ago.

In any case, my science
is thoroughly inexact.

[Benjamin] Especially considering
that I'm just an actor.

Anything else?

You've studied an instrument.
You're musical.

-Piano?
-[Adela] What makes you think that?

Your hands.

And since we're talking about them,

I would also say that
despite the appearance

that you're composed at times,
your nerves do betray you.

To what do you refer?

You bite your nails.

Another matter is your education.

What about my education?

[Benjamin] Your manner of speech
is distinguished but forced.

There's an effort
to camouflage your roots.

Is it because of your marriage?

-[Adela] You have no idea.
-[Benjamin] That's possible.

As you said before,
we're just playing detectives.

-Would you like to dance?
-Really?

Do you really think
that sort of thing might interest me?

Excuse me.

[Foxá] What happened?

There are some who are too clever
and others who have bad timing.

Got to go.

[generator powering down]

[rustling]

[Foxá] Oh! Sorry! It's me.
The mosquitoes are eating me alive.

It's fine. I'm afraid the doctor
is a no-show.

[Foxá] I'm coming out.

Hold on.

Why are you hiding there?

[scoffs] Waiting for you.

[Adela] You trying to frighten me?

I went out for some air. I couldn't sleep.

That makes two of us.

[clears throat] Sorry I offended you.

-I suppose I had it coming.
-No.

Do you have a theory?
I mean, about Elisa's death.

Did I pass your exam?

Am I considered capable
of being a real detective?

I was unfair on you.

[Adela] I confess I've seen several
of your movies. Eduardo loved them.

-[Benjamin] Eduardo?
-[Adela] My husband.

My late husband.

Oh, sorry.

[Adela] Don't be.

He left me enough to live comfortably
for the rest of my life.

What about you?
Have you ever truly been in love?

Not sure, no. I don't think so.

Not even with your two spouses?

Well, a little. But not fully.

If I remember, your persona, Holmes,
never falls in love with anyone either.

That's not entirely true, though.
Irene Adler was quite special in his life.

Can't imagine old Sherlock Holmes
with a family.

[Benjamin] Maybe that's why
I don't have one either.

But here I am.

The curious case of the fake detective,
washed-up, divorced and childless.

-[rustling]
-[Foxá grunts]

It must be a mole there. These animals
can be ever so shortsighted and clumsy.

I suppose it's a sign. It is time for bed.

-Buenas noches, Benjamin.
-Buenas noches, Adela.

[rustling]

[Foxá sighs]

-[Benjamin shushes]
-[door closes]

And now? What's the plan?

That's Seruya's room.

-Well, come on.
-Hold on.

He asked to meet at the pavilion,

because he didn't want
to attract any witnesses.

That's important.
Can you bring the ladder?

-You'll climb up to the terrace?
-Absolutely not. You will.

Remember, I'm old. Hm?

[quirky mystery music]

[Foxá grunts]

[Foxá grunts]

Be careful!

-I'm okay?
-[Benjamin] You'll wake everyone up!

Muchos gracias.

[panting]

The door is locked from the inside.
I think I can see something.

I cannot believe it.
What are you two doing?

[awkward hesitation]
Do you know if the doctor went out?

Not that I'm aware.
He missed dinner as well.

-Come on. Let's check at reception.
-Yes.

Hey! Where are you going?

[sighs] Thanks, partner…

No, he hasn't gone out.
His key is not in the box.

You have a master key, I suppose.

Of course I do.

And turn on the generator
while you're there, please.

[Benjamin] About time.
Let's try the door, shall we?

Doctor? Open up. It's me, Basil.

Doctor, open the door now.

[generator starts up]

[scratching noise]

There's a noise.

As if someone's scratching at something.

Doctor! You okay?

-Can you hear us?
-What's happening?

-Where is that woman with the damn key?
-[Foxá] There's no time.

Have you all gone crazy, huh?

It seems the key is in the lock,
but I can't reach it. Perhaps you…

[grunts] Okay… There it is.

I'm sorry. I just couldn't find it…

[hesitates] We had to…

[scratching noise continues]

Doctor? Are you all right?

[ominous string music]

[scratching sound stops]

[music intensifies]

[outro theme playing]