All language subtitles for This is Not a Murder Mystery s01e06 The Survivor

We can't locate DCI Thistle's way. What
old way?

There are police everywhere on the
state. The main detective went missing.

Two of my friends are dead.

Actually, I think we can use the free
promo.

You know what promo is?

If his teeth match his dental records,
this would be Tobias George James, the

12th of November.

Whatever the specifics of it, let him
rest.

He was planning

all of it. He wasn't even hiding it. The
man we are looking for is Man Ray.

Those nails, they're not even mine.

Case is closed.

DCI won't full stop.

Thank you for stopping by, Michael.

Let's go up there.

Let's get up the wall.

A third.

You might want to come see this.

And what do you paint?

I actually do paint the reality of
today, but my own version of it.

Elaborate. Well, seeing usually means
you open your eyes and you look at the

outside world.

But you can see another way. You can
close your eyes and then look into your

inner world.

I believe it's best to keep one eye
closed and look inside and the other

You have it fixed on reality. What is
going on around in this crazy world

now?

That's a rather clear message.

No?

I guess so.

Then why did you arrest Man Ray?

Why did I?

Why do you think?

We caught him with a bloody murder
weapon.

The killer is playing with us. Again.

He's probably watching us right now.

The wrong man is in prison, Quant.

I can't get Man Ray off the hook for
this.

Okay? The higher -ups, they want him to
go down. So does Lord James.

He's not getting out of that cell.

Until we find the real killer.

Where are the bodies?

Thistle, he mentioned the possibility of
hidden passages.

Maybe, yes, probably.

I mean, the cooks and staff have been in
the kitchen working all evening.

They must have seen anyone that doesn't
belong there, and definitely not anyone

carrying three dead bodies.

There's got to be two people, surely.

A killer and an assistant.

Or two killers.

Sorry, the exhibition is about to start.

None of the guests can know about this,
sir.

He's right.

And we have to keep it that way.

We can't have a panic on our hands.

I'll protect the guests, guard the
dinner and the exhibition with some

constables, okay?

Thank you, miss.

This is a very important night for Lord
James.

Please, tell Jean -Claude I'll be late.

I need to dig a little deeper. Just a
second. Yes.

Look, I don't need to tell you to be
careful by now, okay?

But please, be careful.

Do I see him?

So what is it about reality that
inspires you? I paint dreams.

Oh, fascinating.

Dreams, really?

Yes. Wet ones, I hope. Oh, Mr.

Cunard.

As much as good food and fine wine has
restored your mind, I would like to

your soul even further.

You may have read the gutter press this
week and come across certain unfortunate

events that transpired at my estate.

Nobody stops death when it comes
knocking at the door, in whatever form

guise.

It is with the greatest regret that I
remember my dear cousin Sheila.

and our joint friend Nash.

May they rest in peace.

Respect is also due to the detective who
tried to keep us safe.

His sacrifice did lead to the ultimate
capture of our unfortunate murderer.

The killer turned out to be one of my
favorite artists.

A giant of 20th century art, Mr. Man
Ray.

It wasn't me. I'm afraid he has gone to
the devil.

It wasn't me. Shut up!

That's what you don't always say.

Let me out, you relentless bastards!

Release me or what?

Release me!

Release me!

Which won't diminish the importance nor
the value of his work, I can assure you.

On the contrary, my lord.

He's white -hot.

For way too long, Man Ray has been
focused on themes of death and

His art is simply stupendous,
frightening, profound, and beautiful.

Now you will see it exhibited.

Be prepared to be shocked out of your
comfort zone.

Brilliant. Oh, I'm loving this intrigue.

It is of my opinion that an artist can
never go too far.

Except when he...

Like our man Ray obviously did when he
crosses

to the other world.

There is no way back from that side of
the stick.

But as you know, Every cloud has a
silver lining.

And Man Ray's demise means that peace
and prosperity has returned to West

We are back to where we were, where we
would like to reside.

In a perfect world, West Dean will
always be this.

No applause.

I hereby invite you to a very private
viewing of the new and visionary Names

Art.

Follow me to Moncton House.

Have you really been living here for
years?

You sound concerned.

I don't think I like this place.

I know, my friend.

One moment it seduces you.

Then it grabs you by the throat.

Welcome to Westin.

Where's Georgette?

I think she's got a headache.

I think Renee's making up for lost time.

Huh, baby?

Hmm.

René?

Quite a place.

Sure. On a budget.

Exactly.

Welcome to the surrealist dream house,
where reality is broken, where day is

night,

And nothing is as it seems, and vice
versa.

Is this yours as well?

Yes, it is, Peggy. Yes, it is.

It symbolizes prenatal life. The
memories I have from my mother's womb.

Yes, that's it.

Can I? Yes, you'll feel ecstasy.

Wow. You see? It's extraordinary.

Yeah. You're a very experimented artist.
Thank you very much. Is it expensive?

It is. I'm afraid it is.

You are extremely funny.

Fascinating. Will you write about this,
Dr. Freud? I'd rather dream about it,

and then I'll write about the dreams, or
perhaps the nightmares.

But let's have a look at the killer's
work, would you?

Killer?

I'll buy the egg. Is it even on sale? By
all means, if you so desire.

50 ,000.

A breeze to impress my friends in my
museum back in New York.

Yes, you're not the only one with your
own museum, you know.

But I have the best art.

And not forever.

I'll buy the lot.

There's always more where that came
from.

You see, it takes a particular talent to
spot great talent.

You, my friend, just throw dollars at
it.

I'm the one catching those dollars.

Bloody good show.

Cheers to that.

What does it mean?

This is not a pipe. Yeah, but it's true
meaning. Well, it's not a pipe.

It's a painting of a pipe, a
representation arrow.

Well, that sounds like the mortgage
business.

You think you buy a house, but we the
bank actually own it.

René? Georgette.

What are you doing here?

I was looking for you everywhere. I was
so worried.

What is this place?

I have the impression that there are
several exhibitions of this tribe.

I'm sorry for the drama. What is going
on? Please don't kill us. Did you just

lock us up, McCree?

No, I did not. And nobody is getting
killed tonight.

At least, not for now.

I'll have you killed before you even
touch us. There's no need. I'm quite

nervous as it is.

It's the first murder case I've ever
solved.

Are you all right, McGree?

The question is, do you want to know?
Know

what? Who the killer is. The mind behind
this madness.

Manny is in jail.

It's not him.

Seriously, Sal? You think he did all
this from his prison cell?

Perhaps if we had help on him.

Let's have it then. Out with it.

Okay. Let's start with the first
murderer, Sheila.

As some of you may know, I woke up next
to the victim.

What many of you maybe not know is that
the murder scene was choreographed as

one of my paintings, Les Amants, which
was at that time...

Safely locked into my room.

The update has shown that both Sheila
and I were heavily drugged. The wine we

drank that night was laced with
laudanum.

The same laudanum that Dali used to fall
asleep every night.

What? Is sleeping a crime now?

No, no, no. But as a result, I was
incapable of committing the murder, let

get the sonography right.

Thanks to D .C. Quant, she understood
this before anyone else.

So the question becomes, who knew about
a painting not yet shown to anyone here

in England?

It was me.

Ladies and gentlemen, my agent, Édouard
Léon Théodore Mason, who some of you may

know for his fine manners and sober
personality.

Pushing your work is my job, Magritte.
True.

Facts. ELT photographed this painting
when it was still in my studio in

Brussels. He then sent those pictures by
post to this address.

He later rang a number at West Dean to
talk to Lord James about my work. I

remember that.

All of this to try and convince Lord
James to invite a lovely painter as

to this exclusive event.

Someone in this house.

Picked up E .L .T.'s pictures of the
painting.

And it could have been any one of the
artists present that night.

Could have been both the tallies.

Manny, Lee, Max.

Even Nash.

It could have been anybody.

Great detecting.

No, he's starting to make sense. Let him
talk.

Continue. Let's move forward to the
second murderer, shall we?

Nash.

We first saw Nash overdose on opium.
Nash was shot with a glass gun using

bullets.

It's quite a genius method.

Looks like a small bullet hole.

Well, there's no bullet in the brain.

No exit wound in the skull.

Owner of this gun,

Lee Miller.

Again with a toy gun? Really?

I know you didn't kill Nash, dear Lee.
You had no motive whatsoever.

Except that you're a man, Ray.

Had a little affair with Sheena.

And got her pregnant.

He told you that?

Yes.

We are friendly. What do you think? That
men don't share our dirty little

secrets? Oh, I am loving this show.
Well, his dirty secret was a dirty lie.

Nash was the boy's real father.

It's true.

He found out a couple of days ago when
he arrived at the estate.

Such a sad life the little boy had.

And to die like that.

What do you know about that child's
death, Mr. Dali?

Oh, more than most of us.

Dali was the man who tried to save this
child.

And you were a hero for doing so.

How do you know all of that?

The money.

But if that's okay, I'm going to come
back to that later.

Let's finish this murder first.

Because if neither Lee nor Man Ray
killed Nash, then who did?

Nash was shot through the nose using
salt bullets. What does this tell us?

the same as the murder of Sheila. This
is not about efficient killing.

This is about making a statement.

Murder as a work of art.

It is hard work to kill, even when it's
done.

How to deal with the bodies has always
fascinated me.

Carrying them around, disposing of them.

So there has to be a practical side to
the killings. We are all walking here

freely. How could the killer do his job
without being seen?

I think our third victim came to the
same conclusion.

The man who almost ruined our killer's
plan.

He understood there had to be a
practical aspect to the logistics of

killing. He went on a search, came too
close, and had to be killed on the spot.

But this was a necessity.

This wasn't part of the killer's overall
artistic view.

No.

So, the killer used his secondary murder
weapon.

A fake version of Man Ray's gruesome art
piece, Le Cadeau. Isn't that right,

Isikwan?

A disturbing work of art combined with
snake venom.

In the eyes of the killer, an improvised
master plan.

But he made a mistake.

The original version of Man Ray's Le
Cadeau had 14 nails sticking out of it.

The killer only used 11.

The officers arresting Man Ray missed
this detail and took home the fake

placed there by the killer.

No, no, no, no, no. Those nails, they're
not even mine. Put your tool down and

get your hands behind your back.

I knew man could never have done all
those things. And yet he complied with

three things a detective always looks
for.

Means, motive, and opportunity.

Jealousy, very strong motive.

Being lied to, very painful.

It was a big surprise when Sheila's
fortune didn't go to Nash, her lover,

of her child.

Also, Sheila's inheritance didn't go to
her only cousin and closest relative,

Lord James.

I'll have to admit I hit a peak when I'd
heard.

But it couldn't have gone to a better
person.

It went to Tali.

Oh, he didn't know.

And as he didn't know until yesterday,
he had no motive whatsoever.

But why?

Salva helped his friends that day in
Spain, didn't he?

He lied to the police about the
situation in which he found little Sepp

parents. So there would be no
investigation.

He later visited Sheila's estate, but
refused her money, that you considered

blood money to ease your conscience.

He's not responding.

It's because of you.

I saw it coming.

I never wanted this.

truly horrific scene, yet you still
acted fast and got rid of all the

But Sheila had you already included in
her will as sole heir.

And you inherited three million thanks
to Gala's signature.

Someone else in this house is
desperately in need

of money.

Am I right?

Lord James, would you elaborate this
sequence?

It struck us that the financial
situation of the estate is pitiful.

An investigation into Lord James'
finances led to the discovery that

poor investments were made into a failed
project.

Today, a heavy mortgage weighs on all
her assets.

The interest alone can barely be paid.

It is my belief that Lord James needs
the profits of this very party to pay

her creditors.

Oh, please.

What's money?

To you it means everything, but to me
it's just sad.

And yes, we've recently had some lean
years.

But this family is about centuries, not
years.

We have survived wars, disease and
crisis, and we will survive this too.

I am Lord James.

Seventh generation.

And anyone that thinks that I would kill
for some money is not making a fool of

me, but of themselves.

I believe you, Milord.

I mean, who am I to doubt you? I know
you love us. You love us all.

But you love Max Ernst just a little bit
more, don't you?

He's been staying on this estate for
years, paying absolument rien du tout.

what?

During all these years, he had more than
enough time to visit... every little

corner of this state.

Inside, pardon, and outside.

Just like this trompe -l 'oeil technique
in his own studio.

That's not my work, obviously.

But I kind of like it. The light on the
side of the tree there is well captured.

That's not an easy trick to learn.

Anonymous was not bad at his craft, so I
just kept it and gave it a silly name.

doors of perception.

What?

I didn't know that. I believe you.

The answers to all of your questions, or
better, the only question, lies down

there.

So, if you would like to follow me...

Welcome to the true exhibition of the
evening.

The first installation on your right is
my first murder.

Nobody touches anything.

The beautiful but deceitful Miss Sheila
Lake.

Oh, how she lied.

You didn't think this was worth showing
me before, did you? I only just

discovered it.

We need everyone out here and this place
locked down. There's evidence

everywhere. Nash.

So hopped up on cocaine that he never
felt a thing. This is now a Scotland

crime scene.

The third unfortunate murder is, of
course, DCI fit away.

Revolting and yet beautiful.

One of the most haunting installations
that I've ever seen. I invite you to

witness my final installation.

Who is this artist?

Who is this monster?

And where is it?

Right there.

When I overheard my manager ELT talk to
someone in the hallway recently, I

discovered that someone amongst us was
more than we thought. A failed artist.

A flop.

But in its own eyes, a misunderstood
genius.

Forced to witness the so -called greats
put on a big show here.

I wouldn't claim to be an artist, but...

Thank you for thinking so highly of me.
So this man wanted to show us who the

greatest truly was.

Mes amis, my dearest friends, may I
present to you the killer of Westin.

Archibald Jutes.

Open it.

Get it open now.

Stop thinking.

Quickly!

Get back, everyone, now!

Over here. Try the other side.

It won't open.

You can't get any air.

the time you hear this, I shall have
already departed this world.

Get back, everyone.

Consider this my final gift.

Get back now, this is a crime scene.
Where art and oblivion dance together in

mortal harmony.

Farewell.

It's not as simple as it seems.

In surrealist doubt, we constantly want
to play with the question.

Is it a dream or real?

A joke or a tragedy?

Oh, fuck me, what was that? Just a
terrible, awful thing. No.

Well, yes, of course it was, but what a
thrilling ride.

Can you feel your heart beating, Peggy?
Isn't that what we want?

To live?

I mean, eat, drink, fuck, fine. But
getting so close to death that you can

it, lick it.

That's what it feels to be truly alive.

Well, I'm glad you had a good time.

Quiet now.

No one must know how to pray, Leanne.

Is that you?

Lee? Ma 'am?

It's me.

I'm really...

Apologies to a cup of coffee, Brandy.
Who did it? They got the bastard?

It was the butler, Jute.

He killed himself in front of everyone.

Some kind of obsession with being a mad
artist or some other bullshit.

God, we got locked in with a murderous
amateur.

He makes the rest of us look normal.

I'm so happy you're not hurt.

I can survive on my own.

Look, I'm sorry for everything.

Look, I love you. Look, I truly do.

Stay pretty.

Comb your hair, brush your teeth.

I'm coming to get you out of there. I am
counting down the seconds.

Oh.

Big night.

What for?

Art. It's not about art, ELT. Don't you
get it?

Money.

History.

Goodbye, ELT.

Safe travels.

You're quiet.

Come on, Salva. Haven't we had enough
drama for a week?

You lied to me.

I didn't.

And now I think, with a nice bit of
money in the bank, we deserve a long

holiday. What is it?

RMS going married to New York.

We're leaving the old continent, my
dear. I don't trust this Hitler and his

Nazis one bit.

Thanks to our new friend, Nancy Connors.

State rooms, president's suites.

Ah, by the way, she bought all your
work.

All of it?

Yes. Top dollar.

I think I might love you more than I
hate you.

This week, friends and family met their
end of what should have been a

celebration of art and love.

Their loss will always be felt at West
Dean. My lord, my lord, Manchester

Guardian. What do you have to say about
persistent rumours about your financial

situation? Some say not much remains of
your fortune. Will you be out in the

cold this winter, my lord?

Those who move the world will always be
the subject of speculation and nonsense,

usually coming from those with nothing
to lose and no dream.

All that negativity stops at the gates
of this state.

In here we celebrate only the beauty of
human beings.

Lord James, one word.

Nicely done.

Congratulations. It doesn't feel like a
celebration with all of these deaths,

but I'll be glad I'll be back home.

Just paint. Leave the detecting to you.

Still, I appreciate your artistic touch.

The way you transformed from an amateur
detective solving this devilish puzzle

looks impressive.

This doesn't feel like a victory either,
does it?

Why not?

Work's not quite done. I think there's
more.

Wait, what do you mean?

It's just a feeling I have.

If you're in Brussels, let me know.

Magritte, what feeling?

Why was Dukes able to have his own way?

Lord James is such a powerful person,
and he's just a little warm.

He beat me about it.

Or he had something on her. I thought
the exact same thing.

You have a theory?

Lord Denver disappeared.

Declared dead after some time.

Lord James becomes heiress after his
death.

He gets all this, only there's not much
left.

Death. Bad investments.

And there was no corpse until our
frogman pulled that skeleton out the

Think she killed her brother?

I can't prove it, but I think Dukes knew
the truth of Lord Denver's death.

And if so, he had gold in his hand.

And he dictated the law to his boss.

I don't know.

Lord James thought Dukes was just this
strange, frustrated little man who was

too sad and insecure to do anything
other than serve.

She never thought he would go so far,
but once he did... It was too late.

The guests were already arriving, and
she desperately needed those guests.

I'll talk to her when she's recovered
from this.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't wait too long
with her.

She must know every secret on this
estate.

You want to come with me?

No. No, I need to go home now.

You'll figure it out.

I understand.

Magritte, one second.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, I can't.
This all had no relatives or children.

I think you would have liked the idea.

Think you sure You

think

Makes sense Thank

you, okay

Take care.

Very nice hat.

You like it?

Yes.

You know, I... I'm proud of you.

Why?

For catching the murderer.

What was that?

Another murder.

By the way, the last one.

It happened much earlier than I thought.

You want to go back?

No. No, we'll take care of it later.

It's not our story anymore.

Okay.

There's a funny place in this area.

A small house, isolated.

It seems uninhabited.

And I always thought that the murderer
used it as a plank.

And then the police found this skull, do
you remember?

So I said to myself, maybe Lord Denver
didn't disappear at all.

Someone knew about his death from the
beginning.

And if he drowned in the area, I'm sure
other people knew.

People talk, manipulate, seek revenge.

No matter their wealth or status,
everyone wants to count.

With the compliments of Archibald Jukes,
my lord.

And this one is from Lord Denver.

La vengeance.

Lord Denver took me in.

Gave me a second chance when nobody else
would.

Oh, please.

Jukes a utilisé le respect de Jay Putz
pour Lord Denver et fait assurer qu 'il

termine le travail.

Le message disait bien un meurtre de
plus après tout.

What's that?

Doesn't it look like Christmas at New
York?

Greenard, White Star Line.

How did you get your hands on that?

Doesn't matter.

Let's take it as a new start.

Okay?