All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S17E03 Murdoch and the Mona Lisa.e

Hello, ladies!

You two look wonderful today.
What's the occasion?

We now need
an occasion to look good?

- No. Of course not.

- We're having our portrait
painted today.

- Right! Yes.
- I hope it turns out well.

- You know, william,
I was thinking:

Perhaps we're not exposing
susannah to enough art.

- At her age?
How much art appreciation

Are we hoping to cultivate?

- Well, you're attempting
to cultivate an understanding

Of maxwell's electromagnetic
equations.

Yes. That's easier
to understand.

This is something, isn't it?

That painting that was stolen
from the louvre

Still hasn't been recovered.
It's been two weeks.

It's called the mona lisa

By leonardo da vinci.

- Da vinci, a scientist!

- And a painter.

Although I hadn't heard
of this piece.

- Do they have any leads yet?

"authorities, surprised
by the brazen theft,

Are searching for
their chief suspect,

Art student jacques martine."

Well, we must be off.
Wish us luck.

Good luck.

- Little susannah is growing
just like a weed!

- What are you suggesting?

- It's a compliment.
Growing quickly.

Yes. Thank you.

Detective murdoch.

Aboard the ship?

Has the victim been
identified yet?

- Who's this, then?

- A mister jacques martine.

- A frenchman.
Coming to canada for a visit?

- Or fleeing the scene
of the crime.

Mr. Martine here
may be wanted for the theft

Of a valuable painting
called the mona lisa.

- La gioconda.

The cultured among us
know her as la gioconda,

The joyful lady.

- Yes. Well, the joyful lady

May be the reason
for this murder.

- He was struck on the head
several times.

I'll have to check
for defensive wounds.

- And no sign of that painting?

- If he had it.

- Likely motive, if he did.

He lets someone in,
they see the mona lisa

And kill him for it.

I read about
that painting in the paper.

Do we think this man stole it?

- Possibly.

- Fresh paint on this palette.
But there's no paintings.

Any thoughts
on the murder weapon?

Something small,

Approximately a few centimetres
in width with sharp edges.

- Right.

Let's get all of these items
down to the station house

And see if there's
a murder weapon amongst them.

Mr. Dubois?

Yes.

I've been working on this boat
for the last three years.

First time I see
something like this.

Don't cabin stewards
work solely in first class?

Indeed, sir.

- Then how is it that
you came upon mr. Martine?

- Um, I-I was asked to-to
check that everyone had gone up

To the main deck to disembark
and,

The door was open.
I-I saw him on the ground.

- Was there anyone else here,

In the hallway,
or one of the other cabins?

- No, sir.

- Right. Did you move
anything in this cabin?

- After I found him dead?
Of course not. No.

- Thank you.

- This is outrageous!
- Do you know to whom

You are speaking?

- What seems to be the problem?

- This constable will not permit
my daughter and I to pass.

We would like
to disembark this instant.

- There's an ongoing murder
investigation, I'm afraid.

And my constable here
is only doing his duty.

Do you really think
we would have anything

To do with that?
- Well, I wouldn't know

That yet, would I?

- My name is lady isabelle.

And this is my father,
arthur rawley,

The duke of surrey.

Sir. I do apologize.

Your grace.
Constable, let them through.

Oi, you in the suit.

You can't go down there.
It's a crime scene.

I was only looking
for something.

- And you left it in your berth?

- No, no. Think mr. Martine
has it... Have it.

My match case.

I-I lend it to him,
but, he did not return it.

Can I go to see?

- I'm afraid not.

You knew the dead man, did you?

- No, no! H-his room
was next to mine. That's all.

But you know who I did
see him with?

Lady isabelle.

She would sneak down
to the third-class lounge.

- Is that right?

- This is decidedly not how
my first day in canada

Should be progressing.

- I understand.
However, we do need to ask

Your daughter some questions.

- I don't see what my daughter
has to do with any of this.

- I can answer for myself, papa.

- What were you doing consorting
with passengers

In third-class quarters?

- Isabelle?!

- I wanted to talk
to other artists, papa.

- Artists?

What about that
nice chap in first?

Lord william?

He collects etchings.
- No, real artists.

Like monsieur martine.

- Yes. How well did you
get to know mr. Martine?

Well, hardly at all.

I was never alone with him,
of course.

- Who else was there
during your visits?

A very...

Forthright woman.

She had studied in paris

And claimed to know
all about painting.

I saw her in the company

Of mr. Martine many times.

- And this woman, did she
and mr. Martine seem close?

- No.

No, in fact,

I saw them argue.

I think they rather
hated each other.

Right.

I'll be needing
this woman's name.

- Miss emily carr.

Thank you for coming in
to answer some questions.

- I would say you're welcome,
but it would be a lie.

So, please, be quick about it.

- You were familiar
with the victim,

Mr. Martine, were you not?

- I was.

- Apparently,
the two of you fought.

We had a disagreement,

But I wouldn't call it a fight.

- What did the two of you
argue about?

- Art.

He was enthralled
by the old masters.

I said that he should be open
to a more expressive style,

Not to strive
for mere verisimilitude,

But to paint with
the mind's eye.

- So a professional
disagreement.

- Art is more
than mere profession,

Detective murdoch.
It's a vocation.

- Did you ever visit
mr. Martine's cabin?

Good heavens!

No. I stay well clear
of any and all men.

I'm telling you,
I barely knew him.

- All the same, I would like
a print of your fingermarks

Before you leave, miss carr.

- As you wish.

Who did this?

- I did.

- It's a serious question.

- It was a serious answer.

- You have a strong sense
of colour and vitality.

- Yes, I would think I do.

- Sincerely...

It's very good.

I feel almost humbled.

- Well, I certainly
hope she's innocent, murdoch.

She's obviously
a woman of taste.

Hello!

- What have you, miss hart?

- I've completed my postmortem,

But I haven't typed up
my report just yet.

- Do you know
the cause of death?

- Well, he died from
his head injuries.

Nothing more.
- I see.

- All the blows caused
a subdural hematoma.

He was hale and hearty
otherwise.

I also found these
in the wounds.

- Pieces of mirror?

- I think so.

- Odd.

Mr. Martine's suitcase.

Entrancing.

Just a hint of annoying smile

As though she has a secret.

- Well, they all do, don't they?

Ha.

- This must be that bloke's
match case.

- Manganese oxide.
Azurite. Verdigris?

- Oils. Spike lavender.

Mr. Martine must be
making his own paints.

- What's this?
- What's that?

- What's what?

- Well, judging by
the blood here,

I'd say we've found
our murder weapon.

- Hello?

- Yes?

- I-I'm looking for mr. Bernier.

He's painting
a portrait of me today.

- I sent him home.

- I'm sorry?

- Everything is cancelled.

There's just so much
to do before tomorrow night.

- Wh-what's happening
tomorrow night?

- We received a call
from lady isabelle herself

Wanting to exhibit
her paintings, here!

Isn't that wonderful?

- Yes, quite.
But we had an arrangement.

- It's not every day that we get
the chance to display the works

Of such a distinguished artist.

Of course you understand.

- - Yes. Of course.

Detective watts!
What are you doing here?

- I'm looking for a painting.

- Well, good luck.

- I don't have time
for any enquiries.

- I can see you are a busy man.

But I only have one question.

Surely you have time
for one question?

Very well.

You're a detective, I gather?

Now it is you
who has a question.

Well, go on, then.

- Has anyone come in here
looking to discreetly sell

A sixteenth-century painting
called the mona lisa?

The mona lisa?

Good heavens, no! No.

But a man did come
in this morning

Looking to sell
some renaissance art.

Yeah.

Something seemed off to me.
I didn't trust him.

I told him to leave.

- Did he give you a name?

Yes. I doubt it was
his real one. He t...

He told me that if I changed
my mind and wanted to,

Discuss a sale,
he would be staying

At the park embassy hotel
under the name mr. Raphael.

- Mr. Raphael. Thank you, mr...

- Lash.
- Lash.

- Even though the suitcase
was in the water,

I've managed to pull
a fingermark from this.

- Must be something
to paint with,

But I've never seen
anything like it.

- Ooh! Very interesting.

- You have a match?

- Miss emily carr.

- Perhaps art is not
her only vocation.

- I've told you
I barely knew him.

- Miss carr, your fingermarks

Are on what very well
could be the murder weapon.

- That's impossible.

That's the murder weapon?

Well, I might have picked it up,

But I certainly
didn't kill him with it.

Mr. Martine
was a very direct man.

He asked me if he could
borrow some of my brushes.

I said no and then
he went into my cabin,

And he took them for himself.

- And what did you do?

- I waited until he was
out of his cabin,

And then I took them right back.

And then I saw that thing
on the table,

And I picked it up
to look at it.

- What's this used for?

- It's some kind
of drawing aid, I imagine.

- Why did you not tell me before
that you broke into his cabin?

- I'm no fool. I knew it would
look as though I was guilty,

But I-I'm telling you,

I would not kill
over my brushes,

Even if they are the best sable.

- I'll be needing
your whereabouts

For the last 24 hours
aboard the ship.

- I was in the breakfast room,

Then I was in the library
all morning;

Many people saw me.

But the night before,

I was by myself.

I require my solitude.

- Unfortunately,
solitude does not

Constitute an alibi, miss carr.

- 17 brookham drive.

I'll be there for
the foreseeable future.

- See that you are.
Detective murdoch may want

To speak with you again.

- Yes, constable. May I go now?

I'm expecting a delivery
of my painting supplies.

Yes. Thank you.

- Pardon me.
I couldn't help overhear.

Are you a painter?
- Yes.

- Well, how wonderful.

Would I have seen
your work anywhere?

- Well, that depends.

Were you at the salon d'automne
in paris?

- No, but that does sound grand.

Do you paint portraits?

- On occasion.
- Would you accept a commission?

My daughter and I were to have
our portrait painted today

And it fell through, and I know
you've only just met me,

But may I ask
if you would paint it?

- Well...
- I would pay handsomely.

- I don't have a studio.

- You could come to my house.

How about tomorrow morning?

- You said that
you would pay well?

- Absolutely.

- All right, then.
You have yourself a painter.

Fabulous.

- Have you found
anything else, miss hart?

- I ascertained that
time of death

Was approximately
nine o'clock that morning.

- So not miss carr;

She was seen in the library
the entire morning.

Mr. Peruggia.
How can I help you?

I was, told you
have my match case.

Yes. It's being held
for you at the front desk.

- Grazie.

Dio!

Is that... A dead man?

- It is.

That's mr. Martine.
You knew him.

- Of course. I-I-I did not
recognize him

After his soul departed.

Well, have a good day.

Of course. Arrivederci.

- It's strange.

- What is?

- He knew mr. Martine

And didn't recognize him.

- Very few of us
look the same in death.

- I feel I must warn you,

My brushwork is bold
and expressive.

- You've heard
of the fauvist style?

No.

It means you and your baby

Won't look pretty as you would
in, say, a fragonard.

- When you told me
it was your husband

Who had accused me of murder,
I did think twice.

Well, he was just
pursuing his investigation.

- And being a foolish man
in the process.

- So, did you have any idea
that mr. Martine

Could have stolen the mona lisa?

- Not at all.

Your husband didn't ask you
to question me, did he?

- Of course not.
- No, I was just curious.

- I bet it was that
lady isabelle

Who told your husband
to suspect me.

No, I just remembered something.

But I don't want to gossip.

You can tell me.

- She seemed very chummy
with mr. Martine.

I overheard her saying something
about money being no object.

And then she asked him

When she could
come to his cabin.

- Do you think they were
talking about the painting?

- Possibly.

Or...

She was taking lessons.

Her work is uneven, at best.

- Here she is, dr. Ogden.

Fresh as a daisy.

- Thank you. Hello, darling.
Are you ready?

Aww.

- A little to your left.

- You still tinkering
with that contraption?

- The shards of mirror found
in the victim's wounds

Match this broken mirror here.

But it's curious.
- How so?

- This is a front-surface
mirror,

The type of thing used
for a reflective telescope.

- Whatever the murder weapon is,

We need to find that bloody
painting as quick as possible.

Whoever has it,
is most likely our killer.

- Watts called earlier.

He's following a lead
to a hotel.

- I just may have some
information, as well.

- What've you heard?
- Miss isabelle was overheard

Talking to mr. Martine about
purchasing something expensive.

- Overheard by whom?

- Miss emily carr.
- You talked to her?

She's painting a portrait
of myself and susannah.

Why don't you two
go and talk to the lady?

And tread carefully.

We don't want
an international incident.

- Hello! Lady isabelle?

- It's all right, maxine.
You can let them in.

- We just have a few questions.

- I am just off to my show.
Can't talk, I'm afraid.

- Well, this shouldn't
take too long.

- We're investigating a possible
exchange of money

Between you and mr. Martine.

- I loathe discussing money.
It's so vulgar.

- What a lovely tapestry.

Please don't!

- The mona lisa will not
be returned to you.

It is evidence
in a murder investigation.

- But I gave that poor man
2,000 pounds for it

The day before he died.

- Why did you not
tell me about this?

- I couldn't say I spent
that money in front of papa.

He says I spend
far too much on art.

- It's stolen property.
- I know.

I couldn't resist.

- We believe mr. Martine
was killed for that painting.

- I didn't kill him!

I couldn't have!

Please, you must believe me!

- Do you have any proof
of your purchase?

A receipt,

A letter,

Witness?

- You've put lady isabelle
in the cells?

- She was in possession
of the mona lisa.

- Do you really think
she killed the frenchman?

- That remains to be seen.

She claims she purchased it
from mr. Martine

The day before he died,
but has no proof.

- If she bought
a stolen painting,

What was she thinking?

- That she is a lady
from a wealthy family

And above the law.

- Look at that satisfied smile.

She's obviously
been up to no good.

- It's an interesting painting.

- Interesting?
Murdoch, look at it.

The subtle brushstrokes,

The way the light
dances across her eyes,

The sfumato technique.

- The what?

- Sfumato.

Layers of thin glaze

That create those smoky shadows.

It's beautiful.

- What's beautiful?

- We found the mona lisa.

- That's impossible.

- Why do you say that?

- Because I've just found her.

- Where on earth
did you get this?

- Remember when I told you
I had a lead

On a possible suspect
at the park embassy hotel?

- You got a painting
of the mona lisa from a hotel?

- Yes.
- So where's the person

Who had it?
Did you bring them in?

- No.
- Bloody hell, watts!

The person who had it

Is more than likely
mr. Martine's killer!

- I found the mona lisa
with the person who bought it.

I was too late
to apprehend the seller.

- Talk us through
precisely what happened.

I was told
that mr. Raphael,

Likely not his real name,
was in room 312.

I knocked on the door.

Is that room service?

- No. Please open the door.
- I'm interested in a painting.

You're too late.
Please leave.

But then, I spotted
the man with the service cart.

Commandeered the cart
and knocked again.

Room service.

Come in.

- The door opened,
and I went inside.

Your champagne.

- Wonderful.

I wanted to drink a toast...

To a beautiful lady.

- Well, that will have to wait.

- Excuse me?

- Toronto constabulary.

I'm detective llewellyn watts

And I'm placing you under arrest
for murder and theft.

- But I bought the mona lisa.
I didn't kill anyone for her.

- Prove it.

The man told me
he entered the hotel room

And saw the painting.

He then was spoken to
by a man behind a screen.

- Leave five thousand dollars
on the table

And turn to face the wall.

The man did what he was told.

When he heard the door shut,
he turned...

And thus he had bought
the mona lisa.

He never saw the seller's face.

- So which one is real?

- Well, they appear identical.

- That's what this device
is used for.

- Yes, what is that?

- Well, I-I don't know
the name, but if you peer...

Yes!

- Peer through the top.

Can you see the reflection
of the painting?

- The mirror's half-broken,
but yes.

If I look down on it,
I can see it.

- That's what mr. Martine
was doing aboard the ship.

He had the real mona lisa
and used this device

To help him make a copy.

What he used to aid him

Ended up being used to kill him.

- Poetry aside,

We still don't know
who swung the bloody thing.

- We still have lady isabelle
in our custody.

- So if she had the fake,
it's more than likely

That she's telling the truth,
that she bought it

Off mr. Martine.

So, the killer sold
the real one for more money.

- The question is...

Which is which?

Good morning, sir.

I've already been
to the park embassy hotel,

But neither the clerk
nor any of the bellboys

Can remember what
mr. Raphael looked like.

Very well, henry.

Could you keep an eye out
for a telegram for me?

- Of course.
May I ask what it's about?

- I've asked the louvre
to send any and all information

That will help us discern

The real mona lisa
from the fake.

Does it really matter, sir?

- What do you mean?

- If they look identical,
I say the more the merrier.

- I'm not sure the louvre
would share your sentiments.

- Yeah.

Of course.

- Nanny is just changing
susannah.

Well, it shouldn't
take too long.

- No, it's not that. I just...

I can't...

I was painting so freely
in paris and now...

Well, I'm sure it's wonderful.

May I take a look?

Well, I see. Yeah, well,
it's-it's very colourful.

- Damned by faint praise.
- I love it, truly.

- No, you don't.
It's insipid and muddy.

- Nonsense. You have
such a-a... Free style.

- Even that police inspector
painted better.

- No.
- I'm wasting my life.

- No! I'm n-not!

You're ruining it!
You're ruining it!

- You can't ruin something
that was never anything.

- To think of a rawley
tossed into jail

Like a common criminal.

No one can ever know of this.

- Is that really
all you care about?

How it reflects on the family?

I am your daughter!

- If I may?

We'd like to discuss the case.

This case is a farce.

Do you really believe
lady isabelle killed a man?

- There's been a development.

- Go on, then.
- We now have in our possession

Two mona lisas,

The original and a copy.

If your daughter had the copy,

Then it is possible she
purchased it from mr. Martine.

- I told you I...

No, wait, that's impossible.

I couldn't have bought
a mere copy.

- If you had the real mona lisa,

It might appear that
you had killed for it.

- This is ridiculous.

Neither of them
is the real painting.

- How do you know that?

- My secretary told me
just this morning

That he heard j.P. Morgan

Was approached by a seller
looking to quietly

Sell the mona lisa.

- How does your secretary
know this?

- His cousin is j.P. Morgan's
art agent.

The seller told mr. Morgan

The sale must happen
quickly in toronto.

I had planned to tell you.

- That is very interesting.

- I assume the arrest
of my daughter

Won't be in any of the papers.

- You have our word.

- We'll just be needing
one more thing from you.

- What's your plan?

- Draw the seller out.

I had the duke
call his secretary

And get me the details
of the person

Who contacted mr. Morgan.

- So we can contact him?

- Yes. Now, he sold
the first quickly

And for relatively little money.

But for this one,
he went to mr. J.P. Morgan.

- Who I've heard pays
hundreds of thousands

For a painting by an old master.

- So this could be the real one.

And, therefore,
the person selling it...

- Is likely our killer.

I just want to say right now:

I'm not pretending
to be j.P. Morgan.

- But, sir.
- Not today, murdoch.

I'm just not feeling
in a thespian mood.

I'll be out front chasing
him down if he runs off.

As you wish.

- So, who is going
to be mr. Morgan?

Are you sure?

- He's done it before.

Henry, I've contacted
the seller.

You are to go
to the park embassy hotel

Tomorrow morning at eight am.

- Who am I pretending to be?

- Well, you're far too young
to play mr. J.P. Morgan,

So I've created a buyer,
a friend of mr. Morgan's.

- So a rich man, you say.

- I suppose.

- I'll be needing a new suit.

- Was the new suit
really necessary?

- Sir, pierpont is worth
over 80 million dollars.

I need to look like
his representative.

- And what's that?

Pierpont is fond of cigars.

Thought I would partake.

- The hat looks ridiculous.

- Ruthie bought it for me.
- Lose it! Give.

Now go in there and see
if he's got the bloody painting.

Right. How much
should I offer for it?

- As much as you want, henry.
We aren't actually buying it.

Of course.

Not sure I approve
of this plan of action.

- It's the best one we have.

Yes. Hello. Enter.

- What's your name?

- Mr. Reginald templeton.

- Are you a copper?

- Don't be absurd!

Do I look like an uneducated
ruffian to you?

- What's going on?

- He's signalling.

That man!

- He's using him as a lookout.

- Toronto constabulary! Stop!

- What're you doing?

- Nice suit.

Too bad about the shoes, copper.

- Police! Stop!

Stop!

- Seems like he got away, sir.

- Get that suit back
to where you got it from.

- Really? I...
- Now!

- There are several
paintings here.

A landscape...

A still life,

Both signed jm. Jacques martine.

- The killer didn't just
steal the mona lisa.

They stole all
mr. Martine's paintings.

And there she is.

- A third mona lisa?
Will wonders never cease?

- This is most likely
the real one.

It makes one ponder:

If we cannot distinguish
between the real and the fake,

Why reject the forgeries
as inferior?

- Because one is worth
a fortune, and one isn't.

- But consider a lithograph,

Or a piece of music,
or a choreographed dance.

They are repeated
and each iteration

Is considered a work of art.

- Yes, but in each
of those examples,

Repetition is inherent
in the creation.

A forgery of a painting
is intentionally deceitful.

He's got you there.

- Well, no. I agree.

The intent with which
these were made is different,

But if we cannot
tell them apart,

We simply enjoy them all.

Therefore, is authenticity
relevant

To one's aesthetic experience?

- It's relevant
to what it's worth.

- Why?

- Because it just bloody is!
That's why.

- Sir, if I may?

Does this man look familiar?

- It's the cabin steward,
henri dubois.

The one who found the victim.

- It's signed jm, 1910.

- How did mr. Martine paint
the cabin steward last year?

Did they know each other?

- This is not a portrait
of henri dubois.

This is a self-portrait

Of jacques martine.

- Bloody hell.
We've been tricked.

- Why would mr. Martine
switch identities with dubois?

- Because martine was wanted
for the theft of the mona lisa.

Better to be declared dead
than to be chased

By the french police
the rest of your life.

- Have this image printed,
murdoch,

And have it distributed
everywhere.

- He's likely planning
to leave toronto.

Detective murdoch!

Mr. Peruggia,

Have you not retrieved
your match case yet?

Y-yes and I wanted
to thank you again for that.

You're welcome.

Good day.

I overheard that you found
the mona lisa. I am so happy.

- Yes, we actually
have three now.

We believe one
to be the original.

- You don't know?

- Well, I have an idea.

- No. A true lover
of la gioconda would know.

- Yes. How would one
know for certain?

One could hear
her calling to you

Through the ages in italiano.

- Anything more concrete
than that?

- No.

- Good day.

- Have you seen
this chap before?

- Never seen him before.

- I'll take a scotch, please.

Hello, miss carr.

Inspector.

- What's this, then?

- It's nothing.
It's a bad habit.

- I think drawing
is one of my best habits.

- You have talent. I do not.

It's not going well.

I know how you feel.

I've thrown many of my paintings
in the fire before.

I tried painting a portrait
of a mother and her baby.

Heaven knows I need the money,
but it never came alive.

- Maybe you're not
a portrait painter.

It can be quite inhibiting
trying to paint real people,

Especially when you have
to flatter them. May I?

- It's a...

It's a church out
in british columbia.

It's in a thick forest.

It's so beautiful there.

- You should go out west,

Paint outside amongst nature.

Paint what you love and paint
how you want to paint it.

- Do you think it's that simple?

No, not at all.

- And if I fail?

- Then you fail doing something
that you love.

Better that than
the alternative.

- How so?

- Well, you'd spend time doing
something that you enjoyed.

The end result doesn't
really matter then, does it?

- I do long
for british columbia.

Thank you, inspector.

- Can I keep this?

- It's worthless.

- Not if I like it, it isn't.

- Will you be paying
for the lady?

- Bloody artists.

- Probably starving.

- Excuse me, sir! A moment.

- I'm in something of a hurry.

Paintings to sell, is it?

- It's quite a good likeness.

- Indeed.

I suppose it would be worth more

Now that the artist is dead.

- Enough with the charade.

I know it's a self-portrait.

- You killed an innocent
cabin steward.

- He saw my paintings.

- Yes, your paintings.

You are uniquely talented.

Why turn to forgery and murder?

- My original work
was called derivative.

Old-fashioned.

So I figured perhaps
originality is overrated.

Perhaps I could make
more mona lisas

For the world to enjoy.

- You didn't paint them
for edification.

You made them for profit.

- You think so little of me,
detective.

- You killed mr. Dubois
and assumed his identity

So that you could
sell the paintings.

You had to have known
that the authorities

Would be looking
for the mona lisa.

- Perhaps.

- You weren't just trying
to throw

The police off your trail.

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

- You were working
with someone else.

And if they also believed
that you were dead,

You would be free
to sell the paintings

And keep all of the profit.

- If it was my plan,

It isn't anymore.

I've changed my mind
about the mona lisa.

It's not just about the money,
detective.

Then please tell me
what it is about, mr. Martine.

- Maybe I had a partner.

But I won't give you his name.

If I can't have her,
why shouldn't he?

- A true lover
of la gioconda would know.

- You don't have to give me
his name.

I know who it is.

Mr. Vincenzo peruggia.

Henry!

- Yes, sir.
- There are only

Two paintings here.
Where's the third?

- I... Don't know, sir.

- And where is mr. Peruggia?

- The italian man?
I haven't seen him around.

- He must've known which one
was the original and taken it.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- Right.

Alert the border crossings.

He's likely leaving the country
and headed to europe.

- Right away.

- For a brief moment in time,

Da vinci's masterpiece
was in toronto.

- It's probably long gone
by now.

There's been no sightings
of that mr. Peruggia anywhere.

- He's likely on a ship
or a train

Traveling under a false name.

- False names, a false body,

False paintings.

- I've been thinking
about what you said, watts.

- About the aesthetic
experience.

I think a fake mona lisa
is good enough for me.

If you don't mind, murdoch,
I think I'll take one home.

- Of course.

- Give margaret something
to crow about.

Eeny-meeny-miny-mo.

No, I'll take this one.

Good night, gentlemen.

I don't trust her smile.

You could try
to find another artist.

- I've had two failed attempts
at a portrait.

I'm beginning to think
that I'm cursed.

- You could paint it yourself!

From this photograph
I took of you.

- No, william.
- I've tried painting a few times

With no great success.
I find it so hard

To get the proportions right.

- Well, then, come with me.

- What is this?

- It's called a camera lucida

And you peer through it
like this. And...

I can see the photograph.

- Yes! It allows you
to perfectly

Duplicate the proportions.

- Ha!

You know, william,

I really wish I came
to the office

To see the real mona lisa.
Was she very beautiful?

I had the original

And the copies

And, to be honest,

I couldn't tell the difference.

Well, I do hope

The louvre recovers
the true one.

- No doubt they will.

- Thank you, william.

- I bought you these
new colours, as well.

- Ochre. Apparently,
that's very popular these days.

Right.

Ha, ha. What is that?

- It's a painting.
What's it look like?

- Well, where did you get it?

- Do you know what this is?

- It's the mona lisa
by leonardo da vinci.

Well, a bloody
good copy, anyway.

- A copy?
- Aye.

I don't want a copy

Of a painting sitting
on our mantle.

It's common.
- Margaret!

- Besides...

It's like her eyes
seem to follow me

Everywhere I go.
I don't like it.

- Well, I do. And she's staying.

No.

I don't... What's so
special about you?

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