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-All right.

You may proceed to pack it.

-Gentlemen, please.

-But how is it possible?

What could have happened?

-Did you check that everything
was in perfect condition

with the painting
before packing it?

-Naturally.

-Of course.

This must have happened
during the trip.

-Inspector, what do you think?

-I can't but assure you
that, since the painting was delivered

in Mexico until this moment,
no one had access to it.

-We made the trip by car,
following the truck without losing

sight of it for a single second.

-This was not a random accident.

This was done by a madman.

-Gentlemen,
we shouldn't waste time.

- Of course.
- We have to move. -Right.

-Inspector, you have full freedom
to proceed as you see fit.

-I would appreciate it
if you could all,

for the time being,
keep quiet about this.

We should promptly speak with
the director of the Mexican

Exhibition Palace.

-Very well

-Santo, Santo.

-What do you want?

If you are press, wait outside.

We'll call for you.

-And if I am not?

-Same thing.

Santo is busy.

-Tell Santo I bring news
from a friend.

-Rudy, let him in and stay outside
so no one disturbs us.

-Interpol.

You were assigned to a mission.

-I have signed contracts.

I must go to Spain to dispute
the world champion title in Madrid.

-That's one of the reasons why
you were chosen.

You must work there so your stay in the
country seems entirely sports-related.

-What is this about?

-The Velásquez painting
that was sent by the Prado Museum,

which was exhibited in our country,
suffered serious damage.

-Here?

-That's one of the things
you have to find out.

We don't know anything else.

-I must be in Madrid in a few days.

It would be convenient
to investigate here before.

-In Mexico, there are many people
working on the case.

You must go to Spain
as soon as possible.

It's an urgent matter.

-I'm very sorry, buddy.

Yes.

Santo, the Silver Masked Man.

-It's convenient
to let him leave Mexico.

We'll take care of him here.

Just follow him and keep me abreast
of his movements.

-I will.

-This is the work of a madman.

-Do you think it can be restored?

-Yes.

Fortunately,
the acid or whatever product

they used didn't go deep
into the canvas.

-It's precisely acid. Formic acid.

And another product
we were unable to analyze.

Here is a copy of the report
by the Faculty of Chemistry.

-Have you checked
that it won't continue to spread?

-Yes.

The report also has
the experts' opinions.

-Keep us informed
if anything comes up.

-Of course.

Being in charge
of guarding the painting

of The Drinkers is a privilege
of the utmost responsibility.

-If you consider
police surveillance necessary...

-This castle is well guarded.

-Goodbye.

-Goodbye.

-I'm convinced the painting
will be safe in your hands.

-Thank you.

Safe journey, gentlemen.

-We're alone, Peter.

-Congratulations, Peter.

Your work was remarkable.

-Thank you, doctor.

-Make sure to prepare everything
for tonight.

I'll make a duplicate
of the painting.

-We'll have to clean it before.

-No, I'll make a duplicate
of the painting

in its current state,
which I'll pretend to work on.

This gem cannot be damaged.

-I don't understand.

-Like in Paris.

It's already been too long.

-I understand.

-Make sure nothing goes wrong, Peter.

-Yes?

-Fédor?

-Yes.

-Get Margot up to the operating room.
The doctor is waiting.

-All right.

Félix, come on, there's a party.

-No.

No.

No!

-Let her go.

-Let go of me!

-Naty, you're next.

But you'll have to wait
for a few months.

Let's go.

-She's passed.

-Knife.

-You can come in.

Come on, quick.

-That's all right.

-That's what I think, gentlemen.

I see nothing to suspect
it's a fake.

-On what grounds do you say
this is a copy?

-The sharpness of Velásquez's lines
is generally absolute.

However, in that area,
the master's ability is absent.

-Yes, possibly, but I blame it
on the damage to the painting.

-Assuming it were a copy,
it would be a contemporary of Velásquez.

-Even from his very workshop.

-We'll analyze this canvas thread.

-The analysis will only tell us
the age

of the fabric,
and we all agree on that.

-Once it's restored,

we'll have to put the painting
through X-rays.

-That will be the concluding proof.

-Excuse me, doctor.

-Sara, what's the matter?

-Urgent call from London.

-Gentlemen, please excuse me
for a few seconds.

- Of course.
- Don't worry.

-Doctor, I'm Max.

I'm in London.

Santo has been investigating
at the National Gallery.

He booked a ticket to Paris.

I assume he's going to the Louvre.

-The Louvre?

Max, that man must never reach Paris.

-He won't make it.

-I hope so.

That is vital for me.

You know I pay for my services well
and this one I consider extraordinary.

So good luck.

Call me tomorrow after the job.

-All right, I will.

-Avianca passengers
going to Paris and Frankfurt,

flight 70,
please board Air France.

Gate number six.

-Avianca passengers going to Paris
and Frankfurt, please board Air France.

Gate number six.

-In the files, you can read what happened
with a Rembrandt a few years ago.

Indeed, we had a very similar case.

There was inexplicable damage
on a canvas.

Fortunately, it turned out
to be a copy.

I say "fortunately" hoping
the original will turn up someday.

-Do you have pictures of the damage
the painting suffered?

-Of course.

-Who found out it was fake?

-The restorer himself.

A few hours after getting the painting,
he called us and told us his suspicion.

-Who was the restorer?

-Professor Schwartz, a German who had
prodigious hands for these jobs.

-Had?

-Yes.

He died a few days
after delivering the painting to us.

The press said
he was in an airplane crash,

where he traveled with a friend.

-Very interesting.

These will be very useful.

-Let me.

-Thank you.

-Dumbass.

He got ambushed
by that masked man.

-We don't know
what happened, doctor.

-We know Max allowed Santo
to be in the Louvre Museum.

-It was 13 years ago, Robert.

You shouldn't worry
without reason.

-I was careless to talk
about the painting being fake.

In Paris, he'll hear
the same thing happened.

-Doctor, no one can link
Professor Schwartz to you.

It's all a coincidence.

-Yes, but it's too weird.

We must get rid of Santo.

-All right.

I'll be in Madrid tomorrow
to welcome him.

-No.

You cannot leave the castle
until everything calms down.

Santo might have received
pictures of Schwartz.

You might be recognized.

-If after 13 years of playing blind
we haven't been able to throw them away...

-In a normal situation, yes,
but this is not one.

Also, remember you impersonated
Professor Schwartz

because of your great resemblance.

It would be wise
to remain unseen.

-I think the doctor is right.

It's not necessary.

We have people in Madrid to make sure
Santo will no longer be a problem.

-Yes.

Call Madrid.

You have all the information
about his arrival.

SANTO, THE SILVER MASKED MAN,
WILL ARRIVE TOMORROW IN MADRID.

-Please, give me just two seconds.

-A moment.

-We need a statement.

-A moment, please.

Gentlemen, hope you'll excuse me.

A moment, please.

I need to make a call.

One moment.
- Thanks.

-I have news from a friend.

-How many kilometers away is he?

-9-0-0-4.

-All right.

When and where?

-At 9:00 in Somosaguas, Aceres 3.

-Please, tell us anything.

-How long will you be in Spain?

-It depends on how they treat us
in our three signed fights.

-Who will you fight first?

-Have you never been unmasked?

-No, never.

-Do you want to try?

-See you later, friends.

-Come in.

The door is open.

-9-0-0-4.

-Come in.

Sit down.

Do you want a drink?

-Yes, thanks.

Whiskey.

Surprised, aren't you?

-Yes, a little bit.

I expected someone else.

-I'm sorry to disappoint you.

-No, it's not like that.

I just expected a more experienced man
for this job.

-What makes you think I'm not?

-To be honest, your appearance.

-That's natural,
but in jail, minutes are like hours

and I've spent years imprisoned.

That means thousands
of hours' worth of experience.

But we'll get to know each other.

My name is Paul.

-Nice working with you, Paul.

Here's to everything going well.

Do you know already
what this is about?

-I know everything.

I just await your orders.

-Tomorrow, we'll go
to the Prado Museum.

-Certainly, Paul,
you were right.

We're starting to get
to know each other.

How was it transported
from the airport to here?

-In an armored truck escorted
by several motorcyclists,

and they didn't stop between Barajas
and this museum.

-So we can rule out the possibility

that someone might have gotten
in the truck during the trip.

-Exactly.

Specialized workers opened
the crate in front of us

and the painting was damaged.

-In Mexico, the same security measures
were taken.

-We inspected closely
the packing crate

where the painting was transported
and no fingerprints were found.

-Who is the restorer?

-The most prestigious man
in our time, Doctor Mann.

-Doctor?

Of what?

-Of arts, and I don't know
which science branch.

-You've been very kind.

Thank you.

-You're welcome.

You know I'm at your service.

-Is Doctor Mann Spanish?

-No, naturalized.

He is of Central European origin
and he's extremely thorough.

A few days ago, he told me he suspected
the painting might not be the original.

-What do the experts think?

-His suspicion hasn't been confirmed.

Anyway, we'll have to wait
until we can examine it with X-rays.

-What do you think?

-I think we must return
to the Louvre Museum right now.

-Why?

-There was an identical case from which
I want to get every detail.

-It was carefully packaged
and sent to Moscow,

but upon its arrival and unpacking here,
we saw it was severely damaged.

-Was it?

Maybe it was formic acid
with another unknown substance.

Do you remember?

-Exactly.

After thorough investigation, we learned
the crime was committed on the trip.

They injected it
by piercing the wooden crate.

-Was the perpetrator discovered?

-We suspected
one of the crew members,

but nothing could be proven
against him.

Awhile after that, he committed suicide;
or at least he was found dead.

-Did the professor restore
the painting here in the museum?

-No, in his study.

Professor Schwartz rented
an old house in Montmartre for that.

-How was he physically?

-He was of athletic build, young,
although he had white hair,

and his height
was approximately 1.90.

A cigarette?

-Regarding the painting being fake,
can you tell us anything else?

-I think you're familiar
with the process.

I just wanted to emphasize
that it was a fake.

It's not the original,
as the X-rays proved,

but it's such an exact copy
that we doubted it.

Thank you.

The only difference is that
while Rembrandt's have a dense spectrum,

this one is too thin.

It's as if the layers of paint
were smoother,

less consistent, but it is
a contemporary copy of the original.

-Very interesting.

Is there a way
to get a picture of the professor?

-Of course.

-Attention.
Middleweight world championship.

Two pin falls, no time limit.

The contestant,
Braulio Veliz from Spain.

87 kilos.

The world champion,
Santo, the Silver Masked Man, from Mexico.

85 kilos.

Referee, take it away.

-Get up.

-Attention.

The world champion,
Santo, the Silver Masked Man, has won.

-Congratulations, champion.

Not bad at all.

Hurry up.

We have to go celebrate
your victory.

-I'm sorry to let you down,
but tonight, we'll go to sleep.

-It's your call,
but I'd like to know why.

-Tomorrow morning,
we'll visit Doctor Mann.

-What do you expect him to say?

-Enough to figure out if the hand

who damaged the Rembrandt
is that of the same man

who damaged The Drinkers.

-Even if it were,
what would that clarify?

-That it's not the work of a madman,
but rather a sane man.

-I confess I don't understand.

-Paul, don't you think it's very weird
that a madman that damages a piece

of art was cured for 13 years?

The time he waited
to strike again.

-Yes, you're right, but it's the same thing
to chase a madman than a sane person.

-Although you might think so,
it's not the same.

-That's all the data.

Remember, it has to look
like a random accident.

Over.

-All right, we'll do that
exactly like that.

Over and out.

-So if dear Doctor Mann turns out

to be the missing Professor Schwartz,
it will be over.

-Aren't you going back?

-No, I think it was just
a reckless mistake.

-I don't think so.

-Do you think they wanted
to get rid of us?

-At least they tried.

-They didn't, Paul.

-Then they're a savage on wheels.

-So, you are Interpol agents.

Take a seat, gentlemen.

I'll be right with you.

-This way.

Sit down, please.

Can I offer you anything?

-No, thanks.

-Thanks, Sara.

Well, I'm all ears.

It's always been my pleasure
to collaborate with the police.

-Did you know Professor Schwartz?

-Yes.

Although we were rivals,
we were colleagues and excellent friends.

-He disappeared 12 years ago,
leaving no trace.

-No.

I learned from the press
he had been in a plane crash.

Sorry, I didn't offer you.

-No, gracias.

Is this him?

-Yes, but I don't see
how it might be related.

I assumed you were interested

in the issue
with the painting The Drinkers.

-You see, doctor,
the reason for our visit...

-Sorry.

Doctor, I was told
you wanted me to model.

-Yes, before these gentlemen arrived.

They are Interpol agents.

Ester is one of my models.

-My pleasure.

- At your service.
- Nice to meet you.

-Ester, show the gentlemen
around the castle,

because I believe that's another reason
for their visit here.

Am I wrong?

-Not at all.

We wanted to make sure
the painting is in no danger.

-I already told the museum director
this castle is almost impenetrable.

-If it is "almost impenetrable,"
there's at least a chance.

-Maybe.

-Paul, go see if you find it.

-Excuse me.

Lead the way.

-You'll have to give me a minute
to change.

-Gladly.

-I'll tell you one thing
if you won't laugh at me.

-I promise.

-I'm scared.

The people here are great,

but I'm scared to finish my job
and leave.

-Why?

-It might be a coincidence,

but every time a model is done
and leaves,

we never hear from them again.

Miriam left two months ago.

She swore she'd write to me,
but I haven't received any letters.

-Did you know her from before?

-No.

-Maybe after she left,
she forgot about her good intentions.

-It's Naty who worries me the most.

Naty and I are close friends.

She has an amulet,
a stuffed bear,

which she wouldn't leave
for anything.

When she said goodbye to me,
she left it in my bedroom

and she hasn't come back for it,
nor has she written asking for it.

-Maybe she found another amulet.

-One time she forgot it and she came back
for it, and she lost an important contract.

-Haven't you tried to reach her?

-Yes, I've written to her
but I've had no answer.

-Is it forbidden to leave here
or to speak on the telephone?

-No.

-I honestly don't see anything weird
in what you're telling me.

It might be just coincidences.

Anyway,
when you're about to leave, call me

at this number
and I'll come pick you up.

-Is that Peter?

-Who?

-I thought that was Peter,
doctor's nephew, but it's not him.

-Does the doctor's nephew live here?

-Yes.

He's been blind
for so many years.

Or maybe he was born like that,
I don't know.

We see him little
and not every day.

-Blind. How unlucky.

-I am very reassured by your words,

especially now that I'm waiting
for Margaret, who's coming for me.

I wouldn't want
to get her in trouble.

-When is she coming here?

-She arrives in Madrid
the day after tomorrow.

She's coming by plane
from London.

This is the only place
left to see, the pool.

Sabine.

-Yes?

-Come here.

Vicky, this is Paul.

-My pleasure.

-A pleasure.

I can tell Doctor Mann sees to it

that his models
are fully comfortable.

-Yes, indeed,
it's a beautiful place

and he is a charming man.

Another colleague, Sabine.

Paul.

-Nice to meet you.

-A pleasure.

-Don't tell me Paul
is coming here to stay.

-No, although not for lack of desire.

-He's on duty.

He's an Interpol agent.

-How curious.

-I can only assure you that,
in the hypothetical case it were

the same perpetrator
who damaged the Louvre painting

and The Drinkers,
they used a different method.

-Thanks, doctor.

Doctor of what?

-Arts and chemical sciences.

-Two opposite fields.

-Yes.

My dad wanted me to be a chemist,

but painting was always my calling.

-What is Margaret's last name?

-Smith.

Margaret Smith.

Why?

-Nothing, I'm curious.

You were extremely useful to me
as a cicerone of the castle.

You know, if you need anything
from me, call me.

-I will.

I'm much more relaxed now.

-What do you think?

-About what?

-About our visit.

-That we'll have to start over.

-Yes, you're right.

-They just left here.

The doctor doesn't want them
to have any problems.

Just update us
on their journey to Madrid.

Over and confirm.

-I confirm.

We will simply update you
on the vehicle's journey to Madrid.

Over and out.

-Not long now, dear Sara,
to complete my collection.

The greatest collection in the world.

-How much work and how much blood
shed for some of them.

-And how much ingenuity.

While the best museums in the world
exhibit copies,

I own the originals.

Now, I just need La Belle Jardinière.

I shudder to think
that on these canvases

lay the very hands of masters Rembrandt,
Da Vinci, Goya, Velásquez, El Greco.

What did you want?

-The agents passed the checkpoint,
but if I may...

-I know what you came to tell me.

Have you ever seen me make
a decision without thinking it through?

-Never.

-If you want to know my reasons,
I'll tell you.

I didn't want them to have
a second accident on the same road,

because it might raise suspicion.

I trust that Santo will die
in the ring.

Let's wait for that fight in Madrid.

-And Ester?

We don't know what she told
to the agent at the park.

-From the conversation you recorded
at their arrival at the castle,

clearly it was nothing important.

He said, "If you're too worried,
call me."

-But worried about what?

What could she have told him?

We couldn't hear that.

-Nothing important.

If it were, they would have
said goodbye differently.

Anyway, as soon as that Margaret
is here, I'm firing Ester.

Then you can take care of her.

-Attention.

Iberia announces the arrival
of flight 437 coming from London.

-Miss Margaret Smith?

-Yes.

-Interpol.

-I have my documents in order
and I don't have any contraband.

-No, that's not why I'm here.

I came to ask you
to collaborate with us.

-I'm sorry.

I have another job to do.

-It's about that other job.

If you could please come with me,
I'll explain.

-Good.

-In short,

your collaboration would mean allowing

an Interpol agent
to impersonate you,

pretending to be Margaret Smith
before Doctor Mann.

You will receive the amount
in your contract, plus hotel expenses.

-I'd be crazy not to accept it.

-You must not contact Ester,
otherwise

her life would be in danger,
as well as the Interpol agent's.

-You can count on me.

-There's something you haven't told me.

Who gave you my name?

-Nobody.

Paul and I chose you
after meeting Margaret using

the Interpol files.

-That's why I asked.

We'll have to talk to the boss.

I have a job pending.

-We already did.

You've been relieved from your job.

-Perfect.

Do you think it's possible Doctor Mann has
anything to do with all this?

-I haven't seen anything suspicious
about that man.

-Me neither.

I think Ester's fear is the product
of a very fantastic imagination.

-So why this impersonation?

- I'm convinced what has happened
is not the work of a madman.

Therefore, so as long as we don't have
concrete clues,

we must remain as close to the painting
as possible without raising suspicion.

You are the right person.

-When do I leave?

-After talking to Margaret.

She will catch you up
on her relationship with Ester.

-All right.

Paul, go with her.

I'm waiting for a call from Mexico.

-Please, Ms. Ester, don't move.

-Sorry, doctor,
but I'm very tired.

-I know.

So must be Sabine and Vicky.

However, they don't move.

-I'm sorry.

-Be patient.

I think in two or three days,
I'll be done with you.

-Doctor, the new model just arrived.

-Let her in.

-Please.

-Good afternoon.

Hello, Ester.

Paul sent me instead of Margaret.

What a cold welcome
for your friend Margaret.

-The doctor doesn't like
when we move while he works.

-No, you can rest.

-Doctor Mann.

-Nice to meet you, doctor.

-My pleasure.

Sara and your colleagues will bring you
up to speed on my habits

and they'll tell you what to do.

Sara, take her to her room.

-I'll see you later, Ester.

-Sabine, Vicky.

-Nice to meet you.

- See you later.
- Later.

-Ladies, let's keep working.

Get into your pose, please.

-This is your bedroom.

-It's beautiful.

-Lunch is at 2:00 p.m.
and dinner is at 9:00 p.m.

-What time does the doctor work?

-He has no schedule.

Whenever he feels inspired,
even in the middle of the night.

-And my obligations?

-Punctuality,

both at meal times
and when you're called to pose.

-I'll be punctual.

Ester?

-Yes.

-Come in.

We haven't seen each other in four months
and you still look the same.

THERE ARE MICROPHONES

-I might have gained a kilo.

We rest a lot
and we eat well here.

-I want to thank you
for thinking of me for this job.

This is the life of a queen.

What's the old man like?

-He's a nice man.

He's not too annoying,
but he's grumpy.

Today, he told me
I'll have to leave in three days.

What he hates the most
is when you move while you pose.

-I want you to show me
around the castle.

I'll get dressed in a minute.

-I confess I didn't understand
at first.

I don't know if they noticed anything.

-It was lucky that you were
under the effect or an argument.

Well, tell me more
about Mann and the others.

-I really haven't noticed
anything strange.

I wouldn't be surprised
if the secretary were with the doctor,

but there's nothing obvious.

You only see the blind man
at meal times, but not always.

-Good. Do you know the castle fully?

-I do.

Well, I think I do.

-Are there any off-limits areas?

-No, just the doctor's room,
unless he calls for you.

-You've disappointed me.
It all seems too normal.

Anyway, don't forget the microphones.

If you need to tell me something,
write it down.

I love Spain.

-Do you like the sun?

-I dislike the rain.

-Me too, and despite the weather,
I always liked England.

-Thank you.

And you, Peter?

-I haven't returned since my accident.

-I thought you were born blind.

-No, I lost my sight
in a car accident 13 years ago.

-By the way, Margaret,
on which train did you arrive from Madrid?

-I didn't come by train,
I brought my car.

-Wonderful. When the doctor
doesn't need us, we can go to the town.

-To do what?

See the boors?

-No, to go to the nightclub.

If the doctor approves,
whenever you want.

-Sure, of course you can.

Do you play bridge?

-Badly, but I do.

-Excellent.

Sometime, we'll invite
Doctor Hidalgo over

and we'll play a game with Sara.

-You just earned
the doctor's friendship.

-Yes.

I like bridge.

Anyway, good night, ladies.

- Good night.
- Good night, doctor.

-Good night.

-Do you want any help?

-I'm no invalid.

I can take care of myself.

-Forgive me.

That Peter is moody.

-Sometimes.

-Now, what is there to do?

Is there television?

-The doctor doesn't like it.

He says he doesn't want
to see any detergent ads.

-The best you can do
is lie down and read.

I'm becoming a scholar.

-If you want, I can lend you magazines.
I have a lot.

-No, I think I'll sleep.

-What are you doing here, miss?

-Excuse me. I couldn't sleep
and I was looking for a book.

-One of those?

They're all scientific.

-Are you a chemist?

-Yes. Are you interested in chemistry?

-No, not really.

-I'm sorry.

-Thank you, doctor.

Excuse me.

-Have a good night.

-Come in, Peter.

-Thanks.

-Good night.

-Good night.

-Good night.

What was the new one doing here?

-Looking for a book,
or so she said.

Why weren't the security systems up?

-It was my oversight.

-Don't let it happen again.

-Yes.

-Is there news from Madrid?

-No, not yet.

It's too soon.

-Attention.

Sensational combat.
Two pin falls, no time limit.

-Mask versus mask.

The Northern Puma.

-Santo, the Silver Masked Man.

-Attention.

The winner by pin fall
is Santo, the Silver Masked Man.

-X1 calling EPL.

X1 calling EPL.

Over.

-EPL here, come in.

Over.

-X1 reporting. I was well received.
I thoroughly inspected the castle.

I didn't find anything peculiar,
except for a curious laboratory.

There are microphones
in the bedrooms.

I was able to walk around freely.
There are no off-limits areas.

Over.

-What chemicals are there
in the laboratory?

Over.

-I don't know.

Over.

-Did you see his nephew?

Does he look like the picture
of Professor Schwarz?

Over.

-He has a strong resemblance,
but he's blind.

Over.

-Check if he's faking it.

Over.

-I will check.

I will call tomorrow, same time.

Over.

-If there's an emergency,
call any time.

Either of us
will be permanently on call.

-Forgive me
for my intemperance last night.

I don't like
being considered an invalid.

-On one condition.

-You name it.

-Tell me about the accident.

-It was quite simple.

I was driving a car.
I drove well and I liked to speed up.

Now, I can't enjoy
the pleasure of speed.

I took a curve,
my car drifted and I collided

with a truck coming in front of me.

I lost my eyesight
as a consequence of the collision.

Miss, get me away from the branches.
Remember, I'm blind.

-Please, excuse me. I was distracted.
Are you hurt?

-No.

Don't worry.

-Sit down here, please.

Now it's me who must apologize.

I'm not used to dealing
with a visually impaired person.

-I understand it's hard.

Sometimes we err on the side
of excess, and others, of lacking.

-What do you miss the most?

-Not being able to move freely.

Right now, I'd love to go for a walk,
looking at the sky, seeing the colors.

I guess you start forgetting them
after not seeing them.

If you don't mind,
I'd rather walk.

-I like walking.

-I think she's making sure I'm blind.

-How?

-Very skillfully.

Walking around the park,
there was a branch in front of my face.

She didn't warn me.
I pretended not to see it and hit it.

She didn't warn me about Ester, either,
whom we ran into.

But then I had
to make a superhuman effort

not to give myself away when she used
a mirror to reflect light into my eyes.

-Intentionally?

-She was pretending
to fix her makeup.

-We'll have to make sure.

Send them in to pose.
While they do so,

carefully search
their personal effects.

-Good.

-I'm dying of curiosity.

Can you explain why you asked me
to spray perfume when Peter passed?

-To check if he's blind.

-Is he?

-No.

If he was, the smell of your perfume
would have warned him of your presence.

Blind people strongly develop
their sense of smell.

The downside is
whether he realized it.

-Nothing.

-Same as in Ester's room.
Aren't you imagining things, Peter?

-I'm sure she was trying to figure out
if I was pretending to be blind.

Only the car's left.

A portable radio device.
Tell the doctor.

-Excuse me.

Peter wants to speak to you urgently.

-You may rest, ladies.

-Come on.

-What's the matter?

-I don't like this. It's possible
they discovered the radio.

-And what if they did?

-Let's go.

They better not find us.

-How are we going to go like this?

-That's better
than leaving our bodies. Come on.

-But where?

-Hurry up.

-Is there an exit here?

-There's one they probably
don't know about.

Follow me.

-I'm scared.

-Please.

-I guess there's no doubt now.

-No.

Take care of them.

-Yes.

It's okay.

We'll be upstairs shortly.

-You.

-You're going to tell me who you are
and what you're looking for.

-What nonsense are you talking about?

You know that well.

-I know what you told us,
but not the truth,

which is what you're going
to tell me now.

-Leave me alone.

-Look at this.

They're one of the most venomous.

If you insist on not talking,
you're going to test that out.

-What do you want to know?

I told you the truth.

I'm Margaret Smith, a model,
and I came to pose for the doctor.

-Yes, that I know.

But what were you and your friend
doing around the castle corridors?

-Last night, I went downstairs
to find a book.

I found a door at the library.

We were curious to see
what was in there.

That's it.

No, God!

I swear.

I'm telling you the truth!

No!

-The radio in your car?

Can you also explain that?

-It's a radio station.

I always travel with it.

I've been an enthusiast
for many years.

No!

I told you the truth!

I told you the truth!

No!

I swear.

No!

No!

-All of us with no families
are his victims,

or no one who will miss us.

-I don't understand
why they're doing this.

-He has a formula
to obtain perfect copies

of the paintings they bring him
for restoration.

As you see, he needs women.

-What for?

- They inject us with something every day
that causes us a tumor,

which, apparently,
is what he uses in his formula.

-That's horrible.

So all of you...

-Yes, we're sick
and waiting for our time to come.

We're not useful to him
until we're five months in.

-That man is a monster.

What has he done with Susan?

If they found out she's with Interpol,
they must have killed her.

-No, not even then
would he waste a woman.

-She was contacting agents
in Madrid. If she goes quiet,

they might come investigate.

-They won't find us here.

Ester, come here.

-No, no, no.

-Thinking the scorpions were venomous,

I'm sure she said the truth.

-I have good news.

-You do?

What is it?

-In town, a woman died of cancer,

who was treated with estrogens.

She was buried this afternoon.

-Excellent.

Now, we don't need to wait
for any of ours.

-I've already told the other models
and the serving staff

about Ester and Margaret's sudden absence
due to family reasons.

-You're a wonderful assistant.

Thank you.

Peter, take care of it.

-Something's wrong.
It's been 40 hours of silence.

-The radio receiver was tried twice.

-Yes. Sadly, I think malfunctioning
is not the reason for this silence.

-I agree with you.

What are you going to do?

Are you telling the brigade?

-No.

We'll pay Doctor Mann a visit tonight.

Paul, get the car and get things ready
for the trip. I'll stay on call.

-Okay.

-Pincers.

Sara?

-Yes?

-You can call them.

-You can come in.

-It's closed.

-Go see who it is, Peter.

On it.

-Yes?

-They're the Interpol agents
who were here the other day.

-I was waiting for them.

I would have been disappointed
if they didn't show up.

-They're heading for the basement.

-Handle them.

And I want no mistakes.

-Take care of that one.

-They're releasing gas.

-Halt.

Easy.

Turn around.

-Where do I shut down the gas?

-Through this door.

-Halt.

Let's go.

-And using high doses of estrogen,
I cause them fibroid tumors.

That way, my models become
an excellent source

of raw material for my formula.

-You are insane.

-It's possible.

-But my insanity is sublime.

What is the life of one of those
poor wretches worth compared

to an original work of art?

-Sublime?

You're a vulgar murderer.

-Your insults bore me, young man.

-Sara.

-Turn around.

-Untie me.

-Take care of this one.

-Yes.

-9004, calling to helicopter.

9004, calling to helicopter.

-Come close and lower the ladder.