Original subtitles

CARON: It's a long time since anyone has given me

a Christmas present.

JEAN: I just hope it's still breathing.

Oh, it's a little British joke.

It's a pair of gloves.

Oh, I see. Merci.

Do you want to come for a quick drink?

No, I had better get home to my wife.

Oh, of course. Well, bye then.

["Silent Night" playing on radio]

[In French]

Pardon?

[Music stops]

[Glass clatters]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Thuds]

[Door slams]

[Exhales]

[Muffled screams]

[Theme song playing]

♪ You remember the first time♪

♪ That my eyes set on you?♪

♪ Your smile came from nowhere ♪

♪ For sometime never or sometime soon ♪

♪ The road is a long one

♪ I was only passing through

♪ I was only passing through

-ARCHIE: Grandad, -PATRICK: Hmm?

Did you tell Uncle Dom the right time?

Course I did, lad. I'm not as daft as I look.

DOM: Uncle Patrick! Archie!

Dominic! We thought you'd forgotten us!

DOM: Oh, I'm so sorry.

My car's been playing up again.

-It's great to see you both. -And you, Uncle Dom.

How are you doing, Archie?

I've been dying to see you.

Did you hear they found a new black hole near Pluto?

I know. It's unbelievable, isn't it?

No-one around here seems to think so. Philistines!

DOM: I'll grab these for you.

-Follow me. -ARCHIE: Okey-doke.

-DOM: How have you been? -PATRICK: Good. Good, innit.

Ho! Ho! Ho!

DOM: Hello!

Don't ask.

JEAN: You were the last person I thought would call today.

Caron specifically asked for you.

Such a tragedy. Did you know his wife well?

Not really.

I don't think she liked his work very much.

In fact I don't think she liked him very much at all.

I see.

Well, let's hope we can help, eh?

[Door opening]

What happened?

They must have come through the back door.

I always told her to lock it when I wasn't home.

Well, where were you?

[SIGHS] I went for a walk

and when I came back, I found her.

She'd been stabbed in the back.

Oh, I'm so sorry, that's awful.

You found her?

Uh, yes.

I know as a police officer

I should not have touched the crime scene but...

she's my wife.

Was my wife.

I was just trying to save her.

How could I let this happen?

You mustn't blame yourself, Andre.

Then who do I blame?

Who would do such an awful thing?

[Door opens]

[In French]

[Indistinct conversation]

Estelle.

[In English] Excuse me.

This man has just lost his wife.

English friends, eh?

Well, that makes a whole lot of sense.

Caron and I go back a long way.

We were at the academy together.

I am Inspector Gauthier.

That's right, I am an inspector now.

No thanks to you, of course.

Where is the murder weapon?

It was their own kitchen knife.

And where is it now?

It was still in the back of the victim

when they took the body away.

It's now at the lab.

Would you like to tell me your side of the story?

I went for a walk, came back

and found her in the chair.

What time did you go for a walk?

About 5:30 pm.

And what time did you discover the body?

About 10:00 pm.

That's convenient.

Well, we all know

there was no love lost between you and Sara.

You're not saying that

Caron had anything to do with this?

Now that I think of it,

you must be this English friend I have heard about?

Solving all of Caron's crimes.

Well, Miss Marple,

I don't think it will take much to solve this one.

That's all. For the time being.

[In French]

[In English] Jean, you are the only one who can help me.

My fingerprints are all over the murder weapon

and I am covered in my wife's blood.

If it was anyone other than Gauthier,

I might have stood a chance.

You have to find who murdered Sara

or I will be sent down.

What on the earth happened between you and her?

I, uh...

I left her for Sara.

Oh.

[Music playing]

Thank you so much for your help, Gloria.

Oh, my absolute pleasure. I just love Christmas.

Here you go.

Ah, mon dieu! My favourite decoration!

["O Holy Night" playing]

That is the last recording I have of my father's voice.

I thought your dad was a saxophonist?

He was, but when he was on tour with Nat King Cole,

he made his own recording in a record booth

and sent me the disc.

Record booth?

Like a photo booth,

but you could make your own vinyl records.

Oh, you know, I think I have heard of them.

I listened that record until it was nearly worn out

and then last year,

Niall had it put into the music box.

The best present I have ever had.

Outstanding Christmas husband credentials!

Ho! Ho!

-[Laughs heartily] -[Gasps]

You both look amazing!

We're doing a little charity grotto

for the dear little kiddies at the back of the pub.

It's to raise money

for the theatre to refurbish the dressing rooms.

They haven't been touched for years.

-A grotto? -But we are an elf short.

I don't mind elfing out.

Well, you will need a costume.

I've already got one. Tailor made.

Uh, why do you have a tailor made elf costume?

Well, I had a fling a few Christmases ago.

He was a tad on the dull side,

so I thought a bit of dressing up would rock his boat.

-So to speak. -[Laughs]

We've all been there.

And did it?

No. He finished off my Brazil nuts

and I haven't seen him since.

Great, you can help us set up.

-Thank you! -JUDITH: Follow me, troops.

Gloria, leave the glasses on.

I have no idea why, but they really suit you.

You're camping in Claudie's room for Christmas.

I hope you don't mind.

She sends her love, by the way.

PATRICK: As does your cousin.

Ahh. How is our Sandra?

Well, she got her rota from the hospital

and she's working all over Christmas.

So I thought you wouldn't mind

if I brought young Archie with me.

No, I'm dead chuffed.

Claudie's gone backpacking with her mate, Xav,

so it's nice for us to have family here for Christmas.

Hey! Not that one!

Don't want you peeking.

Hey, there's a lot of presents in there!

I hope you've been behaving yourself.

Dom, that's all in the past!

Hard earned, these presents.

Hey, Archie, look at the ceiling.

Glow in the dark stars.

And I've arranged them all

into the correct constellations.

Oh my God, I can't wait till it gets dark.

At last, someone appreciates my cosmic credulity.

You can get pills for that.

Hey, do you remember when I bought you that kaleidoscope

when we were on holiday and you were about,

I don't know, five or six?

Yeah, I thought it was a telescope.

I remember looking at the sky thinking,

"Why has no-one ever mentioned all these colours before?"

Great days!

-[Phone beeps] -Oops!

[clears throat]

Oh my God, Caron?

Alright?

Um, yeah.

Uh, an emergency's just cropped up,

so I've got to pop out.

There's plenty of food in the fridge.

No worries, we're on holiday.

Why don't you drop us off

at those Christmas markets we passed?

When in Rome and all that.

Yeah, yeah, if you're sure.

Hey, Archie, there's an amazing astronomy shop

on the Rue de Verdun, just off the market square.

You'll love it.

-Brilliant! -PATRICK: What's that noise?

Oh, it's the sound of Archie breaking my bank.

Right, here's a spare set of keys. Come on.

So, Sara was stabbed in the back?

Good grief!

And what I didn't mention

is that the inspector working on the case

hates Caron's guts.

We've got to help him.

Okay. So where are we going?

The gallery where Sara worked.

Jean, you're not interfering

in a murder investigation are you?

I know you want to help Caron but...

I'm just breaking the news to Sara's employers.

How is that interfering?

Don't they have the right to know?

-Erm... -Well, don't they?

-I guess so. -Well, let's go then.

[In French]

JEAN: Bonjour.

Um...

[In English] Do you mind if we speak in English?

I'd just like to clarify a few things.

No, no, no. Pas de probleme.

I cannot believe she has gone.

She was a hard working woman, so knowledgeable.

I have lost a good friend

as well as my best salesperson.

Do you know anyone who would have a grudge against her?

No, no. She was highly regarded in the art world.

[Chuckles] Not the warmest of personalities,

but thoroughly respected for her talent.

I know that things were not too great at home.

That's why she spent so much time here.

But I didn't know that things had got that bad.

I think you might be jumping to conclusions there,

MonsieurGelan.

Serena worked very closely with her.

I do not know what I will do.

She was my mentor.

And I am lost without her.

[Sniffles]

Did she have any disgruntled clients or...

Everybody knew her word was honourable.

She was a woman of great principles.

LLOYD: Mmm.

Well, thank you. Thank you for your time.

Oh, and um...

May I just say

what a beautiful gallery you have got here.

-LLOYD: Oh, thank you. -JEAN: I'll be back

to have a proper look in happier times.

We'll see ourselves out.

How much?

Shh!

Look at the state of them.

And they're all sold. Look, all sold.

"Dolly Angel". Yeah, yeah, that's her real name, innit?

She looks like she's still at school though.

JEAN: I've never heard of her.

-You've never heard of her? -No.

Artists are being discovered all the time.

I think the word "artist" might be pushing it a bit.

Triangle.

JEAN: The art world is a funny old business,

it only takes one famous art dealer

to say you're the next big thing

and everybody starts investing in them.

Hmm.

Say's here she's from Britain.

Well, I've not been back in the UK

for eight months, have I?

She might be massive there.

-[Phone ringing] -Oh.

[Exhales]

Come on.

Jean, I think we need to keep an open mind

about Caron, okay?

Oh, it's a bit steep.

But he's got to have one.

[Both laugh]

PATRICK: Uff! Oh!

Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry, sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

We don't have much time.

Inspector Gauthier could be back at any minute.

Are you alright, mate?

This is ridiculous!

Just because you dumped her when you were kids,

she's locked you up in your own police station?

All the evidence is against me, Jean.

Hang on. You went out with her,

that's why she's got it in for you?

It was very messy.

[Exhales] Blimey!

And the next time our paths crossed,

we'd both applied for this job.

I got it and it made her hate me even more.

Well, I thought she outranked you?

Now, yes, but she'll never forgive me.

You have to help me, I have no one else.

Of course we will. Won't we, Dom?

Yeah, of course we will. Yeah.

The answer must be in the house somewhere.

Pass me your phone.

[Phone ringing]

My neighbour has a spare key to my house.

I will text her to expect you.

We'll do anything we can.

RICHARD: Quickly! She's here!

Hide. Hide behind there!

Really? What?

-[THUDS] -DOM: Oh!

CARON: Jean.

[In French]

[In English] Right, come on.

Look, I can't this time, Jean.

I've got to get back to Uncle Patrick and Archie.

They've just got here.

Oh, right.

-Sorry. -It's okay.

Sorry.

I'll help you, Mrs. White.

Oh, um... Right, well...

Let's go.

Don't worry.

[Breathing heavily]

ARCHIE: Thanks, Grandad.

I've been after this meteor slide for ages.

Whatever floats your boat, kid!

Eh? And it's not even Christmas day yet.

Hey, I cannot believe that your Uncle Dom

has still got the Santa decoration I bought him,

it must be over 40 years now.

Was that the one hanging in his car?

Yeah.

Christmas's we had back then.

-Grandad? -Mmm?

I know it sounds daft,

but I can't remember you being around at Christmas

when I was very little.

Isn't that weird?

Uh, I had to work away for a few years around then.

What? And they wouldn't let you home for Christmas?

It was a very, very long way away.

Hey, do you want another drink?

-[Child crying] -I'm an elf, with elf ears!

-And good riddance to you! -[Door slams]

With baubles on!

Let me get you a mulled wine, darling.

Everything okay, Jeremy?

You have to call him Santa. He's very method.

Elf Judith?

I hate to say this,

but I'm not sure the grotto thing is working.

I think Elf Gloria is right, darling.

Maybe we can find another way

to raise money for the theatre.

[Sighs]

Bonjour!

-Parlez vous Anglais? -Yes.

Andre Caron sent me for the key.

-For next door. -Of course.

Oh good, thank you.

Did you see anything unusual at the Caron's last night?

Nothing more unusual than the normal.

Pardon?

I would not blame him at all if he did do it.

They were always arguing.

And she wasabsolument vile to him.

[Sara shouting in French]

Thank you.

Merci, Madame.

Look, I know you shouldn't go in there, Richard.

And you don't have to. I can go in alone.

Caron is my boss. I know he is innocent.

I want to do this.

[Suspenseful music playing]

What is Sara's password?

[Jean exhales]

RICHARD: Who puts spiders on a Christmas tree?

It's bizarre.

Oh! Sara must have Eastern European family.

Pardon?

It's an Eastern European folk tale.

The story goes

that a widowed mother is too poor to decorate the tree,

so some friendly spiders spin webs all over it.

When the mother and her family wake up on Christmas morning,

the sunlight hits the tree

turning the web silver and gold.

And the family have good fortune from then on.

[Chuckles]

What's... What's French for "spider"?

"Araignee."

Could you type that in?

-Hmm... -[Typing]

Bingo! [Chuckles]

Right. Sara's last email.

Could you... Could you translate that for me?

Oui, d'accord.

"Dear Sara, further to our conversation on December 6th,

here are our thoughts.

Even though we very much value your position at the gallery

we are finding it difficult

to find a reason to fire Serena Parle.

This is the fourth trainee you have been deeply unhappy with,

one of which we have had to settle out of court

for wrongful dismissal.

Having said that,

because your skills are so integral to the gallery,

we will go ahead with the dismissal of Ms. Parle,

but we gratefully request that this does not happen again.

Yours, Llyod Gelan."

So Sara was trying to get rid of Serena.

JEAN: Why did you lie to me about Sara?

This email suggests that you were about to lose your job,

but you told me she was your mentor.

[Sighs]

I had worked hard to get here.

A career in the art is something

that I had dreamed of since I was a little girl,

and that jealous old witch

tried to take it away from me.

The constant bullying,

the belittling of everything that I did.

Nothing was ever good enough for her. Nothing.

And nobody in here challenged her about it.

Her expertise, it was just an excuse for bullying

and I was her latest victim.

You know, I wish I had killed her.

I fantasised about it many times,

but I was never brave enough to do it.

I would love to shake the hand

of the person that did it.

Where were you last night, Serena?

At home with my mother,

crying in her arms over losing my dream job.

Merci.

[Phone beeps]

Could you drop me at La Couronne?

Yes.

[Christmas music playing]

There must be another way to raise money?

What about a fun run?

We used to do them in Dublin.

Get dressed up, it was a great craic.

That's a great idea!

Run? For fun?

What on earth is funny about running?

I completely agree!

What about Secret Santa?

They used to have one at a garage where I worked.

-It's a great laugh. -That's it!

We will charge everyone in the pub Eur 2 to play

and then they have to spend no more than Eur 5

on a present for whoever they draw out of the bag.

And we can have a party here on Christmas Eve

and we can all swap presents.

-Bravo! -Great idea!

Just one thing.

Will I be able to wear the Santa costume?

I think we all absolutely insist on it.

Oh!

Oh, there you are!

I'll just get a drink. I'll be over in a minute.

Alright.

-Where's your grandad? -In the loo.

Dom, can I ask you a question?

When Grandad was away when I was little,

-where did he go? -Oof.

Well, he was in Stafford first,

then they put him in an open prison.

Prison? What?

Oh, God! Has your mum never told you any of this?

No! My grandad was in prison?

Look, your grandad got in a bit of trouble at work.

Times were hard back then

and he took a few things he shouldn't have done.

My grandad?

Mmm-hmm, yeah.

I think he just wanted people to be happy.

You know, he was always buying presents

and rounds at the bar, you know.

Your aunty Eunice, God rest her soul,

always said that was his way of loving people,

only he didn't have enough money for all that love,

so they put him in prison.

I can't believe this.

Archie, we'll talk about this again alright?

Don't mention it to your grandad.

He's a smashing fella.

He just made a few mistakes. Alright?

Jean, you're waiting. What can I get you?

Just a sav blanc please, Niall.

Eh, Jean, there's gonna be a Secret Santa here

on Christmas Eve, you in?

-Absolutely. -Great!

Cheers, love.

[Patrons chattering]

-Oh! You've been shopping? -Hey. Yes!

My music box! It's gone!

Someone must have stolen it!

JEREMY: Ridiculous! No one's gonna take it!

Jean, this is my Uncle Patrick

and this my cousin's boy, Archie.

-Lovely to meet you both. -You too.

[Gasps]

You alright, Patrick?

Do you know what, love, I don't feel that great.

I think I must have overdone it on the beignets.

Dom, do you mind if we go?

No. Come on, I'll take you home.

I think I just need a little lie down.

-Yes. -It's been a big day.

[Suspenseful music playing]

I knew you looked familiar.

Let's find out who you really are.

[Typing]

PATRICK: Come on,

we said we'd meet Dom for breakfast at 9 o'clock.

I'll be down in a minute, Grandad.

I'm just looking for my phone charger.

PATRICK: There's one at the side of my bed.

[Music playing]

♪ O holy...

[Music stops]

JEAN: It's the same person.

I don't get it.

The doctor and Dolly Angel the artist,

it's the same person.

It took me all night,

but I found her on her agent's website.

So, she's a doctor and an artist?

No, she's a model called Cathryn Harper.

Lloyd Gelan must have used a stock photo of her

to make out that Dolly Angel was a real person.

No. I'm still not with you.

I rang my dealer friend back in England

and he's never heard of her.

Dolly Angel the artist does not exist.

Blimey.

Hang on.

DOM: Where've you gone? I lost you.

[Typing]

The companies that bought and sold the paintings

are in the same conglomerate, Dom.

What does that mean?

It means that the same person

brought the paintings back off themselves.

Why would you want to do that?

I know who wanted Sara Caron dead.

PATRICK: I'm starving, what are you gonna have?

I might even order in French

and impress that gorgeous landlady,

-what's her name? Celine? -Yeah.

You alright, sunshine? You seem a bit flat.

I was just thinking

what it'd be like never to hear my mum's voice again.

Cor, what put that in your head?

Well, that landlady you mentioned, Celine...

Yeah?

All that fuss in the pub last night,

Dom told me what she'd had stolen.

Right.

Her dad made her a vinyl record

in a record booth when she was a little girl.

I remember those record booths.

It turns out

her husband had the recording of her dad

copied into a special music box for Christmas last year.

The record was nearly worn out.

It was the last ever recording of her dad's voice

and somebody stole it.

Did they now?

They probably didn't know what it meant to her,

No one would do that if they knew, would they?

No. No!

Oh, stomach's rumbling. Come on.

Thank you for your tip off.

We have the suspect in custody.

I'll take it from here.

But I know what I'm talking about.

I've seen this kind of money laundering back in the UK.

Surely you need me in the interview?

Look, I am not Caron.

I don't need some little English woman

telling me how to do my job.

So you're going to reject my expert help

because of your personal history with Caron?

Okay.

I will lead the interview and you will speak

when you are asked to.

-Do you understand? -Yes.

Good.

This interview will be conducted in English

for the benefit of my colleague.

Where were you on the night of Sara's murder

between the hours of 5:30 and 10:00 pm?

You can't remember?

Or were you murdering Sara Caron?

So that's how you wanna play it?

How very tedious.

My colleague here thinks she knows why you did it.

Would you like to hear her theory?

He's all yours.

You know,

I thought this method of laundering dirty money

through the art world was extinct.

God knows how you got away with it for so long.

Small towns, eh?

-Explain it to me again. -Of course.

This is how I see it.

Mr. Lloyd Gelan here

would display some art in his very respectable gallery

and create a buzz around a young up and coming artist

that actually doesn't exist.

In this case, a certain Dolly Angel.

He would paint the canvasses,

he would frame them and he would display them.

But conveniently,

even at an astronomical price,

they would be shown as sold.

The deal had already been done.

And a big bag of dirty money

had been used to buy the paintings.

You see, in the art world,

cash is seen as a normal method of payment.

Nobody questions it.

Mr. Lloyd Gelan has enabled a money launderer

to sell the paintings back to themself.

and wash the dirty money clean.

Very clever.

And nobody ever checked on you as you were so respectable.

And looking at the records, only did it now and again.

I suppose those diamond rings won't buy themselves?

JEAN: Sara was on to you, wasn't she?

She knew something wrong, and whatever she was,

she was brutally honest.

Was she about to expose you?

You can never prove it.

It speaks!

I think you'll find we can, Mr. Gelan.

We have seized possession of your shop,

your bank accounts, all your documents.

You will have slipped up somewhere.

And we have your face on CCTV

near the Carons' house on the night of Sara's death.

How did you work it out?

Well, um...

it all started with a charity leaflet in a pub.

The model that you used to be the face of Dolly Angel

was also a doctor on the front of that charity leaflet.

And I went through Sara's accounts.

Dolly Angel's work

was sold between two companies in the same conglomerate.

But it was your little anagram that sealed your fate.

-Anagram? -Yeah. Watch this.

[Clears throat]

L-L-O-Y-D

G-E-L-A-N

Lloyd Gelan.

Very clever.

[Chuckles]

I hated her.

She was sanctimonious, patronising, angry,

you know, sacking my staff left, right and centre.

She thought she had me over a barrel

because of her reputation and her client list.

[Huffs]

I just needed this one more deal.

But she found out.

That night, I went to her house to confront her.

The back door was open and I walked inside and...

then I saw the knife.

She was about to take everything from me.

[Muffled screaming]

I was so close.

Please spare us the sob story.

You killed a woman in cold blood. C'est tout.

Richard.

[In French]

Since when do we have CCTV footage?

I can't believe it!

Lying in an interview to force a confession?

[Chuckles]

Maybe you and I have more in common than we first thought.

Can you release Caron now?

Yeah.

I think I can finally let Andre Caron go.

I must tell Richard to check other paintings in the gallery

there might be even more fakes.

Oh no, I didn't spot any.

Such a crying shame. What a beautiful shop.

[Music playing]

Hey, Charlie,

I've got a business proposition for you.

To his health, he made it.

[Both laughing]

I promise, I'll get you another box.

But you said the record was so scratched...

Hey, you want the moon?

Just say the word, I'll throw a lasso around it

and pull it down.

Christmas wouldn't be Christmas

without you quoting It's a Wonderful Life.

Your very own James Stewart.

JEREMY: Ho! Ho! Ho!

[Jeremy laughing heartily]

So how many Christmas costumes have you got? Twelve?

Twelve days of Christmas, innit?

Oh, silly me.

Jean, could you do us a favour?

Do not leave my side tonight, okay?

On it.

Right, ladies and gentlemen,

it's time now for the Secret Santa to begin.

[All cheering]

Here goes!

I can't believe he's not doing "reaching into his sack" joke.

JEREMY: Now I'm gonna reach into the sack.

Oh, there it is. My mistake.

And the first gift is for...

-Gloria. -Ohh!

[Jeremy laughs heartily]

Thank you, Santa.

[Gloria laughs]

[Gasps]

-Oh, yes. -[Laughing]

Oh, I love it! [Laughs]

Guilty as charged!

Oh, thanks Niall!

-Next is Jean. -Oh dear.

Thank you!

-Thank you, Father Christmas. -Oh, my pleasure. [Chuckles]

What is it?

Oh!

Oh, that's... Oh, it's lovely!

Who got me that?

I did.

I thought it might remind you of home.

Your old home, that is.

Oh, I love it.

That's really thoughtful, Dom.

Thank you!

-[Jeremy laughing heartily] -[Music playing]

JEREMY: You're welcome, sweetheart.

[All cheering]

[Indistinct conversation]

That you? Thank you very much, love.

-Thank you. -JEREMY: Right, now...

We have... two presents left.

Aha! And the first one goes to...

Judith.

JUDITH: Judging by the tat so far,

I'm not holding my breath.

Oh, that was never a fiver!

I'll give you a tenner for it.

-Who on earth... -It's from me, darling.

Precursor to the big day.

Oh, thank you, darling.

Now then, come here, Santa.

[All laughing]

Hang on! Hang on, there's one present left.

It's for you.

[Gasps] Oh!

I don't understand? You got me a replacement already.

No, that's the original one.

They brought it back.

♪ O holy night

♪ The stars are brightly shining♪

♪ It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth♪

♪ Long lay the world in sin♪

[Carollers singing "O Holy Night" in French]

JEAN: How are you feeling?

Still numb.

Despite everything, she was still my wife.

It wasn't always like that.

I understand.

Thank you both for believing in me.

Never any doubt, mate.

You've got a nerve.

Merry Christmas, Jean.

Merry Christmas, Dom.

[Jeremy whistling]

[Both singing in French]

♪ When will it show?

♪ That the secret we keep is not ours on our own ♪

♪ When will it show?

♪ We're in love

♪ This Christmas

♪ We're in love