Si sabes algo sobre la muerte
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You have great taste, monsieur. This is top of our range.
She's worth it. You can't take it with you, can you?
Very true.
You must do really great with these prices?
Not as great as we would like.
Thank you. I'll see you soon.
I'll let you know if she likes it.
She will.
You fellas ought to get this door checked out.
Raffy!
No!
Raffy! Raffy! Raffy!
Raffy!
This must be it.
Apparently there's been some right goings on.
Come on then, what's wrong?
Cooper keeps texting to meet up.
I'm just saying I don't want to be best mates
with my main competitor.
Is business still bad?
It's not bad, it's just not quite as good as it was.
I mean... And who is this Cooper anyway?
Just appeared out of nowhere.
When does he want to meet you?
Tomorrow at La Couronne.
Apparently, Niall's got some Irish stout in
and Cooper's mad keen to try it.
I just... I just think it's a little bit weird.
You know, Gloria's infatuated with him,
yet we don't know anything about him.
He's alright.
It's lovely to see Gloria so happy.
Just text him
and say you can't meet up because you're helping me.
But do I, though?
What?
Do I help?
Of course you do.
- You sure? - Yeah!
I like your face, it...
makes me focus.
Jean? Dom?
Monsieur Ozanne, this is my colleague...
I wonder if you would come and look at the CCTV with me.
Yeah, of course.
Two minutes.
Raimund says he went upstairs to answer the phone
and his twin brother Raffy finished cashing up.
Out of the window, he saw a man in a clown mask
run into the street in front of the shop.
A clown mask?
Yes, this one.
Arlecchino.
- Pardon? - The mask.
It's a character from Commedia dell'arte,
16th century Italian theater.
Sorry. So he was upstairs and saw a man running away?
Yes.
He got suspicious, came downstairs
and found his brother suffocating
under the tape around his mouth and nose.
Hang on, how long was he taped up for?
Not more than a minute,
but Raimund told us Raffy suffered
from a respiratory disease called hypoxemia,
which means even 30 seconds of restricted breath
would be enough to kill him.
That's awful.
- Poor bloke. - Yes.
The robber was wearing the clown mask.
The same one as the Toulouse robberies.
It must be the same person.
But they've never killed anyone before.
No.
Well, I suppose they never thought
that taping him up would actually kill him,
with his hy...
- Hypoxemia. - Yes.
So what was stolen?
A few bottles of perfume,
some cash and this. This is why I called you.
1940s pressed glass perfume bottle?
Definitely a collector's item.
Is it valuable?
It looks a rare one.
I'd say, 500 to 1000 euro.
Small price to lose your life for.
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Did you find out anything?
On a Friday, Jean stays late to do the accounts.
Interesting.
Whatever I do, it has to be very final.
Final?
Like that old art dealer? Albert Gilbert?
You really wanted
that afghan painting, didn't you?
How did you kill him
while he was in the hospital surrounded by medics?
A simple injection of oxygen into his drip.
Stopped his heart instantly.
My God!
I know. So easy.
Rory was a bit more difficult.
So you did kill Jean's husband?
He was going to be my husband.
And she ruined everything.
I killed him with a lighter
that she bought for him.
Quite poetic, don't you think?
Very poetic.
The only one I didn't kill
was Jean.
She won't escape this time.
Now, I need you to call me this afternoon.
I'll have a plan by then.
The use of a smuggled phone
comes at a very high price in here.
Just call.
Until later, dear friend.
Don't look at me with those eyes.
It's the vet that put you on a diet, not me.
Someone smells good.
- Hey, handsome. - Hey.
This perfume's amazing. I've never smelled better.
Hang up.
Hello, Gendarme Richard.
10 am?
Yeah, that's fine.
Totally forgot about this!
Do you want me to walk Douglas?
That'd be brilliant. Thank you.
See you later. Yeah, that's fine. Bye.
Now, who said you could borrow that?
Darling?
Have you seen my beautiful Hermès scarf
anywhere?
There you are, my darling.
Now listen, I'd like to take you out for lunch.
I've got a little surprise for you.
Where were you thinking?
La Couronne.
Well, okay.
So long as it's just La Couronne.
I can't possible go to the Country Club.
I don't get my collagen fillers until Tuesday.
Baby, it's okay.
What the hell are you doing?
Come here, I'm so sorry.
I just wanted to make you laugh.
With that thing?
Douglas found it on our walk. It reminded me of home.
Is that what your mom looks like?
No! It reminded me of Halloween and all.
You scared me to death.
You don't say?
Shut up!
Hiya! It was the glow plugs.
And I've changed the oil as well. No charge.
Merci, Gloria, you are...
Where did you get that from?
I said, where do you get that mask from?
There's no need to speak to him like that.
I... I found it.
You need to accompany me to the station.
Jean! Just what we need.
A woman's opinion.
Jean, am I or am I not correct
in saying that the perfume a woman wears
is as personal as her underwear?
I've never really thought about it.
- Darling, that's not quite... - No, but don't...
Just tell me, Jean, what is your most trusted scent?
I don't know.
Whatever I get for Christmas usually.
Well, Judith has a signature smell
created by two of the finest noses in France.
Noses?
An official term for a perfumer.
Who knew?
But my husband,
who made a big deal about surprising me today,
has chosen to buy me a cheap copy,
which he thought I wouldn't notice.
Darling, that is just nonsense.
I collected your new bottle from Ozanne's last week.
I promise.
Ozanne's Perfumery?
Then you collected the wrong one.
They both smell the same to me.
So you're suggesting that Ozanne's
are suddenly skimping on quality ingredients?
Of course not.
If it wasn't for the fact that poor Raffy has passed away,
I would go in all guns blazing.
So you get the same perfume from Ozanne's every time?
Yes.
For almost 15 years now. Their mother created it for me.
But this most recent bottle, it smelled different?
Yes, it smells absolutely ghastly.
Would it be possible
to take a look at these bottles sometime?
I'm helping Caron
with this investigation of the Ozanne's,
and it'd just be good to know a bit more about them.
How about now? No time like the present.
Yes, splendid! Champers at the chateau.
I was just about to get a sandwich, actually.
- Come on, darling. - Come on, it'll be a laugh.
You've got to let me see him!
Gloria, you cannot go through there!
I don't know what you think he's done.
Where did he get this from?
I've never seen it before in my life.
Not until Coops was messing about with it this morning.
He said Douglas found it.
And you witnessed this?
No.
Gloria, he's not under arrest.
We just need to ask him some questions.
You are welcome to wait here in reception.
Cooper is a good man, Caron.
I can vouch for him.
Gloria, how long have you and Mr. McGraw known each other?
Nearly two months.
Thank you.
Where did you find the mask?
I took Douglas for a walk this morning and he found it.
It was so kooky, I thought I'd scare Glo with it.
So you were on your own when you found it?
Yeah.
What brought you to St Victoire, Mr. McGraw?
I lived in Toulouse.
I'd gone through a huge divorce and...
wanted a fresh start.
Where were you yesterday at 5 pm?
Shopping.
Can anyone vouch for you?
I was on my own.
At 5 pm yesterday,
there was a fatal robbery in St Victoire,
and the perpetrator
was wearing this mask.
Apologies for keeping you waiting.
I needed to prepare.
My arms and hands have been washed thoroughly
in perfume-free soap.
It is absolutely vital
that there are no other interfering smells
polluting the skin.
One whiff of an intruder
can throw our noses
into completely the wrong direction.
You may spray.
The left arm is the remains of the original,
the right is the cheap copy. You may smell.
Right.
Well, they're both lovely
but I think the older one has more... depth?
Yeah. There is a difference.
The old one smells...
nice.
Whereas the other one smells like...
toilet air freshener.
Well done, Dominic!
Not quite the eloquence I would have liked,
but I absolutely agree.
It was not cheap! I bought that from Ozanne's!
My signature smell evokes memories from my childhood.
The olfactory bulb.
Sorry?
It's the part of the brain that processes smells.
And it's right next
to the part of the brain called the hippocampus,
which is crucial in creating new memories.
So memory is right next to smell.
Really?
Yeah, we've all got scent memory.
Come on, what's the first smell you can remember?
The smell of rain on a garden after a hot summer.
I was 3 years old and told off for sniffing the soil.
That's called petrichor.
The smell of rain.
Mine's the furniture polish that my gran used to use.
When my mother was dying,
I sprayed her with the perfume that she wore
on her wedding day to my father
every few hours.
She had no idea who I was by then,
but I knew she would leave this world
with a beautiful memory in her head.
Which is why I am absolutely devastated
with this cheap version.
As soon as Raffy is in the ground,
Raimund will be getting the sharp end of my tongue.
You mark my words.
Right, well...
- I'd best get back to work. - Yes.
Thanks for your little visit.
Yes, thank you. You have quite the nose, Dominic.
Thank you. I think.
Yeah, I couldn't even tell the difference.
What can I say? I am a man of hidden talents.
- - Hey, Dom. - Hey, Jean.
I'm at the police station.
They've taken Cooper in. I need your help.
Please hurry up!
Thanks so much for coming.
I wasn't going to call, but he's been in there for ages.
What for?
It was about a mask Cooper found.
Now I haven't seen him for hours.
You're joking?
What's going on with Cooper?
I'm holding Monsieur McGraw for further questioning
because I think he was involved
in the robbery on Ozanne's Perfumery.
Why?
He was found in possession of the Arlecchino clown mask
used in the Toulouse robberies.
And he has no alibi.
He found that mask this morning when he was walking Douglas.
Look, why don't we give you a lift home?
You look like you could do with a break.
I'm not going anywhere.
Look, love, I don't think for one minute
that Cooper's involved in any robberies.
Just bear with me, okay?
Jean, I think there's something you should know.
Last night he gave me this.
Glo, I'm... I'm gonna have to tell Caron.
I knew there was something dodgy about him.
Just because a man buys a bottle of perfume
doesn't mean to say that he's a robber.
Yeah, but how can you be sure of that?
He's got no alibi,
and he was found in possession of the mask
and a bottle of perfume from the shop that was robbed!
- It's not looking good, is it? - No.
Come on.
- Where are you going? - Come on.
Jean! I have news.
Hello.
I have been to see Simone.
I need to tell you every detail.
Course you do.
She said that she felt very lucky
that I came to visit her.
Jean, after a few minutes, it was like...
we forgot where we were.
Forgot everything that had happened.
That's quite a statement, Charlie.
- You be careful. - All right.
So, my surprise!
Why does she do that?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
It only needed a good clean.
Where did you get this?
Enrique's called me.
It wasn't their thing,
but they know that it's the real deal.
Can you give me a lift to Enrique's Antiques?
Course I can. Jump in.
That's the perfume bottle
that was supposed to have been stolen from Ozanne's.
Caron showed me a photograph of it yesterday.
So, will Jean be working late this Friday?
Yes.
Charlie confirmed it.
Excellent.
I've decided what to do with Jean.
I've decided she's going up in flames.
Pardon?
Jean.
She's going to burn.
And she's provided the perfect weapon.
Go on.
In the window there is a Simon and Halbig doll.
The body is papier maché.
I'm going to use the old linseed oil and rag trick.
Much safer for me.
How do you mean?
Boiled linseed oil generates heat as it dries,
causing spontaneous combustion.
The place will go up like wildfire.
I'm so confused.
So someone from Ozanne's
sold the pressed glass perfume bottle to Enrique's weeks ago.
- Who was it? - Raffy.
They've dealt with him loads of times, apparently.
That's weird.
- We need to speak to Caron. - Yeah.
The perfume bottle wasn't stolen from the shop.
Raffy sold it to Enrique weeks before.
Are you sure?
Enrique knows Raffy very well.
I see.
There's something else.
Yes?
I don't know if it means anything,
but Judith is convinced
that the Ozanne twins sold her inferior perfume.
Smelt like toilet air freshener.
You think the two are connected?
I don't know.
I do have some other information.
Ozanne's was mortgaged to the hilt
and they were behind on the repayments.
That doesn't sound good, doesn't it?
Maybe Raffy owned someone some money
and this has nothing to do with the Toulouse robberies.
But Jean, all of the evidence
still points towards Cooper being involved.
I think we need to visit Raimund again.
I'll call you later, I've got an airport run.
Okay.
My mother loved London.
She would make us smell the wooden beams in Liberty's.
Did she collect things?
Like perfume bottles?
Like the 1940s pressed glass one that you said
was in the shop, Raimund?
The one you described in detail on your insurance claim.
Yes.
We know that Raffy sold it to Enrique's weeks ago.
I was so embarrassed
that my own brother would sell items
that had traveled through the generations of our family.
I thought I'd cover it up
by putting it on the insurance claim.
And the re-mortgage of the shop?
You've done your homework.
I am a policeman.
We had other things we could've sold,
but he wouldn't have it.
I just wish we could've sorted it out
before the thief took his life.
He was all I had in this world.
Very well.
Raimund, I think your own fragrance
is the best in the shop.
Of course!
Thank you very much.
I think you've frozen, love.
You daft head!
What are you doing?
Well, I've decided to spend the night studying perfume.
I've got an itch that I need to scratch.
You get cream for that, you know?
Have you got one of them ring lights on?
Have I heck!
You've put Vaseline on the lens then.
What are you on about?
I'm just saying you scrub up well on camera.
Shut up.
No, I won't. You do.
So do you.
Right, I'd better go scratch this itch.
Make sure to turn on that camera first.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Indeed you will.
I don't understand.
It's all about the ambergris.
Jean, I don't know what you're talking about,
but I do not have time to go through another theory.
I have less than two hours to charge Cooper.
We've just found that he bought that perfume for Gloria
minutes before Raffy was killed.
New information has come to light.
You bought a bottle of perfume from Ozanne's perfumery
minutes before the robbery.
Why didn't you mention this before?
I said I was shopping.
So you were there just before the robbery
and you were found in possession of this mask,
which is identical to the one worn by the Toulouse robber.
Look, what I'm saying is true. The damn dog dug it up.
It looked freaky so I thought I'd keep it.
This morning, I also found out, Monsieur McGraw,
that you have a police record back in the US.
You're seriously hanging an entire case
on something that happened in Ohio when I was a kid?
Please, Jean, it's all circumstantial.
I'm sorry, Cooper, there is nothing I can do.
This is against my human rights.
and I bought a bottle of perfume!
I demand a lawyer. Now!
Cooper, calm down, this is evidence!
Caron, we need to go.
What are you talking about? I am interviewing a suspect!
We have to go now!
Cooper, I'll sort this.
We only have one more hour left with this suspect.
Jean, what on Earth are you doing?
Trust me, I'll explain on the way.
Raimund.
How was your relationship with your brother?
Like any family, we were up, we were down.
He could be difficult,
but I loved him.
I never had a brother.
He was all I had in the world.
Were you close growing up?
Well, we were very different people.
There are lots of myths about twins.
In fact, we were quite the opposite in most things,
but we always got on.
So you loved him?
Of course I loved him.
Then why did you kill him?
Kill my brother?
You saw on the surveillance cameras.
The Toulouse robber came in,
took my brother's life, and I saw him run away.
The Toulouse robbers have been caught.
They were nowhere near here on that evening.
Also, we only have your statement
that you saw the robber run away.
There were no other witnesses.
We spoke to everyone in the square,
but no one saw anything.
Have you anything to say?
Okay.
This is how I see it.
You left the shop and told your brother
that you were going to answer a phone call upstairs.
You went into the back office
and you cut the phone call off.
You then changed your clothes
and ran out of the back door.
As he was about to lock the front door,
you forced your way into the shop.
You then put the fatal tape round his nose and mouth,
knowing full well
that with his hypoxemia condition,
he would be dead within 30 seconds.
You then made a pretense of stealing things
and went out the way you came.
You changed your clothes back.
And you ran back in the shop,
making a big deal of reviving your dead brother.
But you forgot your tie.
Rubbish.
You have no proof.
- There is this. - Yes.
The Arlecchino mask.
I think
you would find it hard to dispute
that this is your personal fragrance.
And I expect we will find your DNA on it,
Raimund.
I bet you thought you had buried it forever.
You've got a little doggy to thank for that.
You buried it on wasteland on the way home.
I mean, who on Earth would find that?
What you've got there, Douglas?
Come on, boy!
And I bet if we searched your house,
we'd find the ambergris.
Because that
is what all this is about, isn't it, Raimund?
Explain to me again, Jean. What is ambergris?
It's basically whale vomit.
A waxy mass floating in the sea.
But it's worth 25 000 euros per kilo to a perfumer.
Isn't it, Raimund?
Why is it so expensive?
Well, it's a rare commodity
that enables the perfume to stay longer on the skin.
And it has a much purer effect than its synthetic counterpart.
And that's why Judith's perfume
smells slightly different, isn't it?
You used the cheap stuff.
I suspect
that you wanted to sell the ambergris
and pay off all your debts.
But Raffy didn't. He was having none of it.
So you killed him for it.
How could you possibly know?
The rock lamp.
It wasn't salt rock, was it?
It was a huge lump of ambergris.
And now
it's missing.
Raffy was impossible.
Always the favorite, the better looking one.
Always the joker, the genius.
He's the one who inherited mother's skills as a perfumer.
The picture of you as little boys was...
my final clue.
The rock lamp in the picture
is much bigger than the one in the shop.
There is only one reason that lamp can get smaller.
'Cause little pieces were being chipped away.
My mother left us this business
and it was always drummed into me that he was the talent.
Go on.
She said the ambergris would last us a lifetime
and never to sell it.
She used ambergris in half of her perfumes.
But fashion changes.
In America, ambergris is illegal.
It became so rare and expensive that Raffy would only use it
in the best, most expensive perfumes.
Like the one you make for Judith Lloyd James?
Yes.
But I made hers without the ambergris this time
and Raffy became incandescent.
I said she was just a silly old lady,
she would never notice.
He just didn't understand that we had to sell the ambergris,
otherwise we'd be ruined.
He flat out refused.
And then
he sold Mother's perfume bottle,
and that meant the world to me.
That was the last straw.
Who knew whale vomit was so valuable?
Well, I'd heard of ambergris,
but it was only when I did my homework
that I realized it was so expensive.
A little swot, aren't you?
Always have been.
I used to hate homework.
I used to come with the most elaborate excuses.
Example, please.
"The budgie set it on fire."
Shut it!
That was true that one!
We had a budgie that had a penchant
for my dad's lit cigarettes.
One day, out of his cage, he swooped down,
nicked the fag out of his gob, drops it on my homework.
Poof! Went up like kindling.
- Course it did! - It did!
- Of course it did! - It did!
You've got to face the music.
Got you, sister.
Cooper, I just wanted to say how sorry...
Jean, you have nothing to be sorry for,
you got me out of that jail.
It's not your fault, Jean, basically it's Douglas' fault.
He always creates drama when he's on a diet.
A bit like me.
Hey, how about we try a pint of that Irish stout
Niall keeps banging on about?
Sure, that sounds great.
Go on, I'll join you.
And me, though I need to warn you,
last time I drank that stuff,
I was on a hen night in Dublin
and they wouldn't let me back on the plane home.
So we're in for a good night.
Just be a minute.
Well...
It's time for me to dress you up
for the special occasion, my darling.
Hello, Barbara.
Not my Simon and Halbig doll.
It took me ages to source that.
The old linseed oil, self combustion trick.
Very clever.
How did you know?
So you were going to set fire to our shop
with me in the back and Charlie upstairs?
Richard!
Barbara Kingsley,
I'm arresting you for the murder of Albert Gilbert,
the murder of Rory White,
the attempted murder of Jean White
and attempted grand arson.
You have absolutely no proof, you fools!
You!
No!
Caron came to see me when I started my sentence.
He told me that if you ever visited me,
I should let him know.
And I did.
You confessed everything.
You could not help but show off.
I was wearing a wire every time we spoke.
I killed him with a lighter
that she gifted him.
Quite poetic, don't you think?
It's over, Barbara.
It will never be over.
Why did you only tell me this afternoon?
I always believed you, Jean, but we had no evidence.
I had to get it and this was the only way.
I could not let you know before,
it would have been too dangerous.
Thank you,
thank you very much.
She was a right nutter, wasn't she?
Yeah.
- Hey, are you okay? - Yeah.
- I don't know why I'm crying. - I'm really happy.
Relief?
The fact she's finally been arrested?
Yeah!
You're safe now.
Come on.