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[arrow whooshing]

[arrow whooshing]

[arrow whooshing]

[seagulls cawing]

[engine sputtering]

[water splashing]

[gun fires]

[seagulls screeching]

[French song playing]

[kids laughing]

[all chattering]

[laughing]

[speaking French]

[French song continues playing]

[plane engine roaring]

[man speaking French]

[plane engine roaring]

[plane engine halting]

[men speaking French]

[engine sputtering]

How are you?

[all chattering]

Do you speak English?

Well, I do my best.

Just the woman I need.

The mobilization
started two days ago.

They're distributing gas masks.

Is it the same in your country?

Yeah. But there's a channel
between us and you lot.

[birds chirping]

You knew him?

[Solange] Yeah.
I was working with him
as an interpreter.

He often spoke about
you and Angela.

Workin'? But he retired
three years ago.

He told my father
he was on a case.

I thought he was
with his sister in Wales.

Put those down.

Daddy, might we have time
to go to the beach?

[Solange]
How long are you staying?

Just until tomorrow.

This woman, is she the center
of his investigation?

Officially, no.

I don't understand it.

If Joe was on a case,
why did he up and kill himself?

Pretty face.
Wouldn't mind meetin' her.

Dangerous woman.

Is that a fact, now?

[Solange] A fact, believe me.

Just my type, then.

I won't be long.

[birds chirping]

[Helena]
Can I help you, Inspector?

Uh, I'm not here
as a policeman.

I'm here as a friend
of Joe Green's.

I see.

How well did you know him?

Inside out.

Uh, I was an orphan, you see,

and, uh, he was...

He was the nearest thing
I ever had to a father.

Since his death, I've had
a very uneasy feeling,

here in my stomach.

That's your heart, Inspector.

Why did he ask
to be buried here?

Did he never
talk to you about me?

His room across the river

is full of photographs
of you and your family.

Let me tell you a secret.

He was in love with me.

My late husband
barely touched me,

and one day,
when I really needed someone,

Joe was there.

Of course, it was impossible
between us in other respects,

but I loved his hands,

his face,

his smell.

You think he was here
because of my son, don't you?

Well, you're wrong.

My son's not a murderer.

Your late boss
seemed to suspect

that Jeremy killed
his twin brother

in cold blood.

Stupid. It was an accident.

Did you notice
the big conservatory here
as you came in?

That's where
our tragedy happened,
all those years ago.

The children were
playing bows and arrows

in the dark.

No one could have
prevented it. No one.

For a child to be responsible
for the death of his own twin

at such a tender age.

Imagine the horror of that.

[arrow whooshing]

Carry me.

-You're still young, Inspector.
-[sighing]

I hope one day you'll discover

there's more to truth
and justice than mere reason.

There's impulse and chaos,

the human animal,
the human heart.

Yeah, I know,
it's part of my job.

[chuckling] So that's what
keeps you so cool.

Uh, the bride-to-be,
my daughter, Celia.

Just returned
from the United States.

Celia, let me present
Inspector Cross from London.

He's here for the funeral
of a close friend.

I'm so sorry. How do you do?

You can put me down.

And this is
Mr. Christopher Wood
from Wisconsin.

He's Celia's new fiance.

New?

[speaking French]

It's only me.

[Helena] But you're supposed
to be in Oxford.

I'm on a research trip.
Dom Perignon or not?

Inspector Cross,
my son Jeremy and his...

Wife. Maud. How do you do?

How do?

How do to you, too.

And you must be the new fiance.

I'm not that new.

[Christopher] But you're a bit
of a surprise to me.

[Jeremy] And so are you to me.
Join the club.

Don't go.

Hello, Jeremy.

My darling sister.

Playing hide and seek again,
are we?

[both laughing]

[grunting]

And when is
the happy event to be?

Next week.

Fair enough.

We're due back in Oxford
the day after tomorrow,
aren't we, darling?

[Maud] Are we?

[whispering]

Eh, we have to stop. Stop?

[Cross sighing]

[Cross]
Joe didn't kill himself.

[Solange] How would you know?

He wasn't crazy, you know.

There was somethin'
about this family

that he just couldn't let go.

The daughter's fiance
was killed in a car crash
three years ago.

Joe seemed convinced
it was a murder,

but that wasn't
why he stayed and stayed.

Are you part
of the police or what?

Officially, no.

I just help my father
from time to time.

[engine sputtering]

Pardon.So sorry to be late.

Mr. Montfort,
the department prefect,
also my father.

This is Inspector Cross.

Enchante.

How do? Good.

Uh, Joe Green, how did he die?

Suicide, without question.
His own gun.

No suspicious circumstances,

but if you like
to check again,
you have all my blessings.

-Right.
-[both speaking French]

What's he sayin'?

[in English] He says he'll be
delighted to have dinner
with you before you leave.

Right. Thanks very much.
Come on.

[seagulls cawing]

Hold me, Jeremy. I'm cold.

[Maud] If my sister
had deceived me like that,

I don't know what I'd do.

It wasn't Celia. It was Mother.

Divide and rule
has always been her style.

Have you told her
we're getting divorced?

[Jeremy] But I do need you.
You know that.

[Maud] For what?

It's all for outsiders.

There's nothing for you.

You married a whore
just to kill your mother.

I like you very much, Jeremy,
but three years is enough.

[referee] Fifteen-all.

15-30.

Thirty all.

30-40.

[speaking French]

[referee] Deuce.

[spectators clapping]

[referee] Mr. Graves retires.

Mr. Wood wins by default,
three games to two.

[people chattering]

[water running]

[sighing]

[Jeremy] Looking
for something special?

Uh, the gents'.

Look, uh, while I'm here,

do you mind if I ask you
a couple of questions?

Fire away.

It's about
your sister's ex-fiance,
Alistair Jennings.

My best friend. What about him?

You were here when he died?

Once is enough, surely.

I've been through all this
with some pest of a policeman
called Green.

Who also died.

Pass that over, would you?

[Jeremy] Good man.

Inspector,
when I was 11 years old,
I killed my twin brother.

Entirely my fault.

Stupid, dangerous game
in the dark.

But I make no excuses.

Seven years later,
my closest friend
died in a car crash.

Do you know
what real friendship is?

Perhaps I could
have prevented it.

I've suffered enough,
Inspector.

Do enjoy the rest of your stay.

[arrow whooshing]

[people chattering]

Now I'm at the Hotel Du Phare,

Joe Green's old room,
number 17. You remember it?

Someone saw you leave.
Madame Beaucalt, the owner.

Very good witness.
Careful how you answer.

You don't have
a sadistic streak,
do you, by any chance?

Oh, several, yeah.
One or two more
and I get a promotion.

Inspector.

Duty calls.

Let's pick this up
where we left off, huh?

Soon. Later.

Huh?

I've been looking
for you all morning.

What is it?

Well, nothing special.
I just found a boy
who saw Joe Green die.

Why didn't you say so before?

[Cross] Ask him again.

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[in English]
No, it's hopeless.

He's told us all he knows.

We're just confusing him.

[speaking French]

[sighs]

[brakes squealing]

[paper rustling]

[door creaking]

[Celia laughing]

[Jeremy laughing]

[both laughing]

[Celia moaning]

[Jeremy] Shh.

[laughing]

Mmm...

Mmm.

Mother's absolutely livid.

She'd do anything
to get rid of me.

So would I.

[both laughing]

Shh.

-[gasping]
-Shh.

Get away from this house.

Call the police.

[panting]

You have no right--

You asked me to stay, remember?

I hadn't asked you
for anything.

Liar.

All right. You recognize this?

You asked to see Joe Green
the day he died. What happened?

I never saw him.

I waited for him,
and he never came.

I swear to you.

[door opening]

Shh.

[door closing]

You were supposed to
get married three years ago.
What stopped you?

My fiance died.

-In a car crash,
engineered by your brother.
-No.

That's what Joe Green thought.
I suppose he was right

-No wonder you're terrified.
-That's insane.

My brother isn't a killer.

Why didn't you
invite him to the wedding?
Why did you want to see Green?

He was investigating my family.

I wanted to ask him to find out

exactly who he was looking for.

Wouldn't you?

[Cross] All right,
listen to me.

Now, just listen to me.

I'm after a murderer,
the same as Joe was.

I'll give you
a very simple choice.

You either stand in my way,
or you help me.

That's fair enough, yeah?

[sighing]

The road was
perfectly straight.

The car veered off
and hit a tree.

It was a sunny day.

Alistair was 24 years old.

It was a week
before our wedding.

Celia, I have to leave
for London tomorrow.

Do you want me to stay?

All right.

I'm stayin'.

[engine sputtering]

[seagulls cawing]

[arrow whooshing]

The whole family's crazy.

Did you know that Lady Helena
was mixed up with the Nazis?

[scoffs]
She's not the only one.

They are becoming
quite fashionable, you know.

[scoffs]

Joe. Joe knew something.

I don't believe all this
love-story nonsense.

It just got too hot for her
when he was around.

Listen, my friend.

Lady Helena
called Scotland Yard

to lodge a formal complaint
against you

and they called me.

And they want you out of here.

You have no case.

Where is your evidence?
For what?

I'll find the evidence.

There is an airplane at 8:00
tomorrow morning.

Solange will make
the arrangements for you.

There's something
I have to tell you.

Go on.

I found a book in Green's room

with a list of certain people
in the area

and your name
and Solange's were included.

It's kind of you,
but a bit late.

Unfortunately, it's not
the first of these lists
to come my way.

Goodbye, Inspector.

[sobbing]

[people chattering]

Solange, what's up?

Up? Nothing's up,
not at all. I'm fine.

Never been better.

[car engine humming]

Daddy, why is she crying?

Well, why shouldn't she?

It's a woman's privilege.
Don't you ever cry?

Never.

I can't stay here any longer.

I'm leaving as soon as I can.

Where will you go?

Anywhere.

Anywhere would be
better than this.

[people chattering]

[brakes squealing]

I'm so happy for you both.

May you be as peaceful
and contented together
as Maud and I are.

To the happy couple.

The happy couple.

[Jeremy]
My only regret is there's
to be no chocolate cream

for the wedding breakfast.

[chuckles]

Such a shame your parents
are unable to join us, Maud.

Whereabouts are they, exactly?

-I'm not sure?
-Not sure?

That sounds a little heedless.

They've had to
move around a lot recently.

Like Gypsies?

And why is that?

It doesn't matter.

Well, it clearly
matters to you.

Let's drop the subject,
shall we?

I don't think
you like me very much,
do you, dear?

Not much, no.

[Helena]
Now why is that, I wonder?

Mother, you're evil.

Because you live
in your own little world,
like a goldfish.

Does the word "Nazi"
mean anything to you at all?

Much more than it did.

[Jeremy]
Mother wants to rule the world,

the same as she ruled
her family. Ignore her.

[chuckles]

Perhaps you and I
can find an opportunity

to discuss this
in more detail,
now that you're here.

Perhaps.

But Jeremy and I
will be leaving tomorrow.

Won't we?

[Christopher] Oh, no.

You can't desert us now,
can they, sweetheart?

[metallic clanking]

[moans]

Sometimes you feel
so far away from me.

You still sure
you wanna get married?

Of course.

You're like a little boy.

Now, five more nights,
that's all.

Delicious agony.

[grunting]

Jeremy, you frightened me.

A wedding gift.

Now you're absolutely perfect.

How beautiful.

Thank you.

To remind you of me.

[whispering]

Jeremy,
we're not children any more.

Why not?

My little hot-water bottle.

Better now?

A little.

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

[Christopher]
Christopher, let me in.

It's very bad luck

to see the wedding dress
before the big day.

If you wanna talk to me,
I'll be awake.

Don't touch me.

I don't want it anymore.

I'm marrying Christopher
in six days' time.

We're leaving straight away
for New York.

I won't let you.

I don't want to see
you again, Jeremy. Ever.

[arrow whooshing]

[Jeremy] I won't let you.

She belongs to me.

[knocking on door]

[whispering] Come in. Come in.

Shh.

[whispering]
Give me your coat.
It's soaked.

Let me take your coat.

I want you to stay in France.

I can't.

I've been recalled to London.

I'm in the doghouse.

I've no evidence. I've no case.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

-Jeremy could kill me.
-Shh.

My daughter's asleep in there.

If you really want help, Celia,

there's a nice
traditional way to get it.

You simply make a statement
against your brother.

[sighing]

It's your choice, Celia.

You either start
talking sense to me,

or you go away
and leave me in peace.

[thunder cracking]

Please stay.

[moaning]

Angela, what are you doing?
Go... Go back to bed, Angela.

[Angela]
But daddy, I can't sleep.

[Cross] Go on.

You shouldn't be up
at this time of night.

That's enough, honey.
Now shut your eyes.

[footsteps]

[liquid pouring]

[Helena]
Your wife married you
under an assumed name.

-She's a Jewish upstart.
-[Jeremy] So?

It made her a lot of friends
in North Oxford.

Don't be flippant.

It's bad enough
that she's a tart.

She's also one of the chosen.

Ah, yes.

Helena Graves, uber alles.

-You're ridiculous.
-Oh, be quiet.

A Jew in our family
endangers my position.

Your position?

No more champagne soirees

with your fancy
fascist friend, Mosely,

and the Duke and Duchess
of Windsor.

If you knew how little
all that matters to me.

Well, it should.

Our family needs...

[scoffs] For God's sake,
this isn't a family.

You and Father never
spoke to each other

from one year's end
to the next.

You did your utmost
to keep Celia and me apart.

You forced her
to go to America.

Celia had to leave Europe
to get away from you.

You made her life impossible
after Alistair's death.

She needed me.

I've heard enough of this.
You have no place here.

I want you back in England
by tomorrow night.

And if this wedding
is a catastrophe,
as the last one was,

I shall strangle you
with my bare hands.

Do you understand me?
You will leave my house.

I have every right
to attend my sister's wedding.

If you and that Jewish slut
aren't out of here
by noon tomorrow,

I shall call the police.

More policemen.
What a good idea.

Don't play with me, Jeremy.

I'm not playing, Mother.

I haven't played for years.

Jeremy.

Jeremy, don't imagine
that I shall go on
protecting you forever

just because you're my son.

There's no love
in you, Mother.

No love at all.

[people chattering]

[door closes]

[Cross singing indistinctly]

♪ And I cannot swim over ♪

[waves crashing]

♪ And neither
have I the wings ♪

♪ To fly ♪

♪ I wish I had ♪

♪ A lonesome boatman ♪

♪ To ferry me over ♪

[glass clinking]

♪ My love and I ♪

[engine roaring]

[speaking French]

Do you think
you will ever come back
to France again?

Don't know.

Maybe you could
come to England.

You could teach me French.

[plane engines roaring]

[people chattering]

Are you always like this
with women, or is it only me?

What a waste,

just as I'm getting
the hang of you.

[sighs] Solange.

We could have been
a good team, you and I.

Yeah.

[woman speaking French over PA]

[Talmi speaking French]

[camera shutter clicks]

Apparently she was strangled
between 10:00 and midnight.

There is no sign
of a break-in.

They found two sets
of fingerprints on the door.

One will belong
to the valet
who found her.

-And the others will be--
-His.

-The killer's.
-Or hers.

The killer
could be a woman. No?

Judith Sarah Sonnenberg.

Born Berlin,
October 17th, 1912.

This is yours, isn't it?

Not a good time
to lose your passport.

Where did you find it?

Helena's room.

Bitch.

You married
under a false name. Why?

Because I'm Jewish.

Good daughter-in-law material,
especially for a Nazi.

She hired private detectives
to follow me everywhere.

Even the house of my parents
was burgled. Twice.

[Cross] And now
you're being blackmailed.

I saw you yesterday
with Louis Bernard.

It must take a lot of money
to shut up a little twister
like him.

The money I give Louis
is to help him

get my parents
out of Germany.

This has nothing to do with
your murder investigation.

When did you
come to France?

What the hell do you want
to know this for?

Just answer the question!

Just give me my passport!

Where did you
meet your husband?

He picked me up
at a hotel in Nice.

He even helped me
get false papers.

Now, please,
I want to be alone.

Where are your parents now,
Mrs. Graves?

I've heard nothing
for three weeks.

Destroy this. I hope
you get them out safely.

Nobody here could possibly
have murdered my mother.

You think so?

But, problem is,
no one has broken in.

The servants
were out of the house.

That only leaves...

This is intolerable!

This must be
a terrible shock for you.

I'm very sorry.

[Celia] Thank you, Inspector.

Have a seat.

Bon!

The valet, Albert,
thought he overheard

a violent argument
after dinner

between Lady Helena
and her son.

Maybe Miss Graves
heard something.

Did you?

No.

Could you tell us
where you were
yesterday evening?

In bed. Reading.

[Solange] You went to bed
directly after dinner?

Directly after dinner,

the housekeeper
brought my wedding dress
to my room.

And then?

And then... I went to bed.

[Solange] Inspector.

So where's this
damned housekeeper, then?

I don't know.

Right. That'll be all
for now, Miss Graves.
Unless...

I have nothing further
to add.

If you change
your mind, I'm here.

Did you know your mother
had Nazi connections?

Of course.
Does it surprise you?

What do you mean,
if she changes her mind?

I don't know.
No special meaning.

[sighs] forget it.

Forget what?

Since this morning,
you can't even
look me in the eyes.

Just give me
a simple answer.

I'm strong. I can take it.

Get off my back.

I can't take on
the Jewish problem,

the refugee problem,
the Spanish Civil War,
Hitler, Mussolini, you know?

I'm only human!

You've really
landed me in it now.

Are you sorry
you kissed me, Inspector?

Where did you learn
to play games like these?

Off your mother?

Lovely.

-Can I?
-Yeah.

Thank you.

[panting]

[chuckles]

Where were you last night?

Gambling. Why?

Never mind why. Where?

At that little whorehouse
across the river.

-Know it?
-The Hotel du Port?

Du Port.

You should
try it sometime, Inspector.
Girls, cabaret,

cockfighting in the basement.

Something for everyone.

Plenty of good
character witnesses, eh?

The odd tart.
A few drunken sailors.

Oh, and a friend of my wife's,
Louis Bernard.

True officer and gentleman.

Sounds like
a cast-iron alibi.

Now you put it like that,
I suppose it is
a little leaky.

[Cross]
Your mother was strangled

with the catgut
from your racket.

Anything to say?

To you?
Nothing in particular.

[men speaking French]

[clicking]

[clicking]

[Celia] No. No.

[clicking continues]

-No!
-[Christopher] Celia!

-No, no!
-Angela, Angela, stop that.

Stop that, Angela.

Celia!

[Celia gasps]

[clicking]

[clicking continues]

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[Solange speaking French]

[speaking French]

He's confirming
Jeremy's story.

[speaking French]

Hey! Just cut that out.

[seagulls cawing]

I bet Jeremy bribed him
to set up that alibi.

Then he must also
have bribed the landlord,

the barman,
and all the girls.

I checked.

Well, now you can check
with the ferryman.

All right?

[people chattering]

[sighing]

-Well?
-[panting]

Jeremy Graves
made the crossing
when he said he did.

But there is
something better.

Celia came across
on the ferry before,

and went back around 10:30.

So she was lying to us.

Yes, I know.

What?

She came to see me.

Why didn't you tell me?

-[girl laughing]
-Because... I don't know,

because it doesn't make
any difference, does it?

But it means you deliberately
covered up for her.

Let me do things my way.

I'm the detective
around here, not you.

Oh, no,
I won't cover up for you

and that streetwalker.

Nobody's askin' you
to cover up.

Simmer down.
You're getting hysterical
over nothin'.

Oh, really?

May I remind you,
in case you forgot already,

that she got back
to the house

in good time
to kill her mother.

Why can't you do
your job properly?

If you are lying to me,
you must have
a damn good reason.

Oh, for Christ's sake!
We're not married, are we?

What are you doin'
creatin' a scene?

If you wanna know the truth
about Celia Graves, yes!

I trust her. She needs
my protection. Got it?

Anything else
you wanna know?

-[shouts] What?
-[people gasping]

[engine whirring]

♪ And I cannot swim over... ♪

♪ And neither have ♪

♪ I the wings ♪

♪ To fly ♪

♪ I wish I had ♪

♪ A lonesome boatman ♪

[keys jingling]

[waves crashing]

Anna, I just cannot
cope any longer.

Yes, I know,
but that's not the point.

Christ!

Christ, why can't
you understand, you know?

And there's been
another murder here.

I... I don't need the child
under my feet,

she's too young to be
dragged through all this.

Anna--

[phone line disconnects]

Thanks a million.

There's plenty
of poor people
in the world

who'd be grateful for that.

Angie, what's the matter?

You haven't spoken
a word to me
since we got here.

What have I done wrong?

Miss your mother?

[car approaching]

[car door closing]

[footsteps approaching]

I'm so sorry.

I'm so busy and so late.

First of all, the bad news.

Alistair Jennings' car.

Talmi's men have
discovered nothing at all

to suggest sabotage.

Three years after the event,
I'm hardly surprised.

So this is the bad news?

Uh, now,
the even worse news.

This, just back
from the laboratory.

The blood and hairs
match Lady Helena's perfectly.

But this was not
the murder weapon.

Too fragile.

[mumbles]

So you're telling me
this was all deliberately
set up to frame Jeremy?

Somebody wants
to get rid of him.

And somebody's making
a monkey out of me.
Who is it?

[indistinct talking]

[Cross] One night in jail.
What's the matter?

You didn't like the food?

[Jeremy] Listen, Inspector,
I'm a tolerant man.

But now
you're ruining my walk

and that's serious.

Somebody's trying
to wipe you off
the face of the earth.

Haven't an enemy
in the world.

Present company excepted,
of course.

What about your sister?

Has she any reason
to hate you?

Quite the reverse.

I don't understand you.

Not your job, Inspector.
Not anymore.

[groaning]

Queensberry rules, Inspector.

Leave my sister alone.

I've already written
to home office last night
on prison notepaper.

By the time
you get back to England,
your career will be over.

I'll recommend you
for a position in the sewers.

[Cross] see you down there.

-Tell me about this.
-[clicking]

-Tell me.
-[clicks]

[whispering] Say something,
say something. Celia.

Nothing's gonna be
held against you.
It's all over for me.

Your brother's shopping me
to Whitehall.

Just for Christ's sakes,

stop me
from going round the bend.

I thought you'd protect me.

That's what I hoped.

You don't care about me.

You know I do.

That's not enough.

[car door shuts]

You're not ready for me.
Damn you!

[laughs]

[speaking French]

[speaking German]

[both speaking German]

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

[speaking German]

[engine revving]

[Jeremy] It's all right
about the wedding.

Christopher's fine.

Just don't
go back to America.

Stay in Europe
with me, please.

It's finished, Jeremy.
You and I are finished.

But I can't just disappear,
not exist.

Mother's dead.

She's dead.

Do you miss her?

Do you?

[voice breaking] You make me
frightened of myself.

There's no way out.

Don't you know
how much you mean to me?

You're my life.

[crying]
I don't want you anymore.

[Celia sobbing]

Your love, your voice,

your... your eyes on me.

You're killing me.

You can't do this.

[crying]

Nothing can pull us apart.

Not even you, Celia.

[groaning]

You belong to me!
Always. Remember?

Remember?

[gasps]

[groaning]

[breathes heavily]

[door opens]

[door closes]

-[young Jeremy]
She belongs to me.
-[clicking]

[arrow thudding]

-She belongs to me.
-[clicking]

[arrow thudding]

[clicking continues]

[softly] Try to hit
the yellow.

[clicking continues]

[whooshing]

[Christopher] Just give me
an answer, can't you?

Okay.

I'm going back to America.

You don't need me.

[glass shatters]

[speaking French]

[indistinct talking]

[thunder rumbling]

[moaning]

[breathes heavily]

Are you sure
you want to know?

[exhaling]

[whispers] Yeah.

[Celia moans]

Everything.

[breathes heavily]

Does it excite you?

[moaning]

Tell me.

Not yet.

I'm not ready.

-[moaning]
-You know... You know...

You know
you can tell me now.

You know
you can tell me now.

[gasping]

The two of us...

Hmm?

We made Alistair
kill himself

three days
before the wedding.

[moaning]

We let him see us
making love.

I watched him...

[breathing heavily]

watching us.

That was the best
it's ever been.

Like tempting the devil.

Tell me the rest.

[both moaning]

Tell me the rest.
Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Ask me.

Ask me
and I'll tell you everything
you want to know.

What else did you do?
What else did you do?

Everything.

[laughing] Everything.

[moans]

Did you kill your mother?

Did you kill your mother?

Everything.

Both of you murdered her,
both of you.

[panting]

Yes.

[metallic jingling]

What are you doing?

[grunts]

[choking]

[gasping]

[muffled cry]

[Celia] Jeremy, Jeremy.

[Helena screaming]

[footsteps approaching]

They caught her
trying to escape
across the border.

[Cross] I'll handle this.

Just leave. She's mine.

They've found
enough evidence to hang you.

Your stockings,
you wash them, you dry them,

you put them
in your housekeeper's room

and then you leave
your mother's blood and hair
all over one of them!

You think
I can cover up for you?

What kind of man
do you think I am,
for Christ's sake?

What can I do now?
It's too late. It's too late.

Unless you're lying to me.

Unless you weren't there.

Unless your brother
killed Helena on his own.

[sighs]

Just say the word
and you'll be released.

Say it.

[sighing]

Don't let me die.

[seagulls cawing]

Bonjour.

You're comin' with me.

Come on!

[men laughing]

All right.
You're on your own.

Move.

There's a train
for Le Havre in ten minutes.

From there you can
go back to New York.

[Celia sobbing]

[gasps]

[moans]

Go. Go. Move!

[French song
playing on radio]

[people chattering]

[French song
continues playing on radio]

[speaking French]

[man speaking French]

[speaking French]

[all exclaiming]

[all clapping]

[train approaching]

[train whistle blowing]

[brakes screeching]

[whistle blowing]

[train engine chugging]

[phone ringing]

Celia.

[Celia gasping over phone]

[Celia] I'm lost.

[song continues playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[kisses]

I need you.

Both our lives are over.

[exhales deeply]

[Celia moans]

[train approaching]

[brakes screeching]

[moaning]

We're one person,
you and I.

Twins.

[moaning]

[song continues playing]

[gasps]

[moaning]

[screams]

[choking]

[screaming]

[indistinct chattering]

-Silence!
-[music stops]

[Celia groaning]

[Jeremy screaming]

Get back! Stay back!

[Celia sobbing]

[sobbing]

[French song playing]