The Madame Blanc Mysteries (2021) s04e91 Episode Script

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[different voices]
Help! Help!
'We're trapped inside the museum.'
'The shutters are down, the
security guard has been murdered
and there's a bomb ticking away!
'Someone knew that we were
here tonight,
and trapped us under the threat
of a ticking bomb?!'
This sicko wants me to find a
piece of art in the museum,
that matches the riddle.
I'm guessing,
that when you put the date in
the keypad, it stops the bomb!
There's a labyrinth of tunnels
under the museum.
'This one looks like it's
leading from the outside in.'
Oh, hello. What are you doing here?
[gunshot]
You mean, the murderer might
still be in the building?
Possibly.
[urgent drumming]
Do you remember the first time ♪
That my eyes set on you ♪
Your smile came from nowhere ♪
For some time never,
or some time soon ♪
The road is a long one ♪
I was only passing through ♪
I was only passing through ♪
[ominous music]
What came first,
Medieval or Renaissance?
Medieval. Oh, right.
So Medieval was the 5th
to the 14th century
and Renaissance
was the 14th to the 17th?
Correct?
Yeah, no, it says it here on the card.
[she laughs]
This is beautiful.
It's handspun wool and silk,
and this is called a 'Verdue' tapestry,
uh, derives from
the French word for green.
Vert. Yeah.
How do you do that?
What?
Know, all that!
It says it on the card.
[he chuckles]
Touché.
These two look how I feel.
How come none of them ever
smiled? There was a theory
that they didn't want to show
their bad teeth. Fair dues.
I think it was just really
hard work to maintain a smile
whilst you're having your
portrait painted.
I mean, sitting there
for hours like that.
Not like taking a selfie,
is it? That's true.
Dom look at that!
OK, right.
'Look at the heart.
Her fruit from above.'
'Her face like the sun,
her heart full of love.'
I mean, I wouldn't exactly
say her face is sunny.
Donatello, terracotta.
You didn't look at the card.
Oh, well, he's one of my favourites.
Mind you, there is a debate
that it could have been a Robbia, but
Says it's on loan from Florence.
Well, it fits all the clues.
Can I have your phone?
[camera clicking]
Oh we best get back to the others.
Not much time left, is there?
I love you, Jean White.
Dom we will get out of here.
Yeah.
Yeah, come on.
One two three!
[painful effort groans]
Ahhh!
[sighs] All right, all right, all right.
Let's just take a minute.
Good idea.
[sigh]
[chair clangs]
So, how did you find out
about the affair?
I wasn't sure at first.
But I'd had my suspicions
for months.
But what made you so
suspicious, if you don't mind?
No, I don't mind, I don't mind.
We run our businesses like clockwork,
and then all of a sudden she
becomes interested in charity.
Now, I wouldn't mind, but
we have an office set aside
for charity or 'tax relief'.
As I'd like to call it.
Absolutely.
And the only charity she really
did was just turn up,
snip the ribbon, until
.. she met him.
Ah.
Doctor Pardeep.
Mhm.
We met him, and then
she became obsessed
with going to his meetings
for his prison
art malarkey.
She couldn't get enough of it.
'Oh, you should see
the difference it makes,
blah, blah, blah.'
[sad sigh]
And then there's all
the obvious signs,
never leaving her phone
unattended,
always going in a different
room to check her messages.
[another sad sigh]
You know, I've never loved
another woman.
I just thought
[exhale]
.. maybe she didn't love me
.. as much as she used to.
That we'd always have
.. respect.
You're right, old chap.
Once the respect is gone
Come on, George.
We've got to find a way out of here.
Come on.
[George sighs]
[slurring] Where on earth is everybody?
[heels clacking]
Ah, hello, who have we here?
There's zero chance of
my reading that tiny writing.
You do have a look of a female,
I suppose,
but is that a child?
Oh, bloody hell, I forgot
to pick up my glasses.
I know.
[phone clicking]
Oh, I see!
Not a child but a sheaf of wheat.
[exasperated]
Really.
[Policeman directs crowd]
OK, the tunnel on your left
appears to lead to another exit.
"But the tunnel ahead of you
takes you to a door
that leads you into the museum."
OK, give me a second.
[tense music]
[deep breathing]
It's locked!
The door's locked.
Give me your headset.
André
.. describe the lot to me
as best you can.
Uh, it is a rectangle with a
large keyhole in the middle.
Looks like a church door lock.
And it is very rusted.
Sounds like a rim lock, not too tricky.
So, use the screwdriver attachment
on your multi-tool, to turn the lock
".. to your right."
OK, I'm ready.
No
No.
[heels clacking]
Well
[clicking]
No.
[exasperated sigh]
I give in!
AURIELLE: 'What do you mean
George knows?'
ALI: 'He just came straight out
with me.
Said he'd been looking
through your phone.'
'Looking through my phone?!
How?
It never leaves my sight!'
We hardly see each other,
we live separate lives.
Well, that's not what he said.
What?
He implied that the two of you
are still very much in love.
[she gasps]
And that this whole
.. dislike thing, is just an act.
Oh Ali, that is rubbish!
We don't even sleep in the same room.
'And the worst bit of it is
.. he said he's gonna make sure
that I don't receive
another penny for the charity.
Oh, that's the worst thing, yeah?
Well, it's nice to hear you've
got your priorities straight.
[awkward] No Aurielle,
you are my priority.
[sighs]
But if you're still in love with him
Ali please, it's rubbish!
He's just bitter, believe me.
I love you.
Did you find anything?
Oh, I've taken a picture of
a few pieces,
but I haven't really got
a clue what I'm looking for.
Yeah, I mean, the riddle
is a little vague.
Yeah, that's the
understatement of the century.
But the bomb threat is very clear.
Yeah, we should find the
others and regroup, yeah?
That's where I was heading.
[footsteps tapping on marble steps]
[footsteps approaching].
Ah they're all locked.
[George groans]
Surely that idiot Gabriel
has a set of keys.
I think we've established, George,
that Gabriel has literally
no idea where they are!
Oh, hello, you two. Hello.
Oh, hello darling.
Any success?
No, it's bloody useless.
I can't find one single
religious painting.
I've tried my utmost,
and that's all I can do.
It's all so hopeless.
How are you getting on?
We've tried all the doors!
And windows. Nothing!
How utterly infuriating!
Maybe we should get back to the others.
Good idea, George.
Come on.
We will get out of here,
won't we darling?
Oh, come here.
Of course we will, my darling.
One way or the other.
"Very, very gently."
[exasperated sigh]
Nothing seems to be biting.
"Take your time."
That is something we do NOT have.
Argh!
I think I can kick the door in.
"No, no, no, don't do that.
We don't want any
unnecessary vibrations."
[door rattling]
"André?"
[effort grunt]
"André?!"
Ungh argh!
[masonry crumbling]
[urgent]
"André!"
Ah
[rubble falling]
[coughing]
[gasping]
[timer beeping]
[door opening]
Any joy? Yes!
Oh no, uhm
This is a picture
by Camille Corot in 1860,
and it's of a normal
earthbound human child.
Sorry. No, it's OK.
Ellie, anything? I couldn't
find the card for this,
but it looks like a modern
art version of Mary and Jesus.
Well, is it?
No, I'm afraid not.
Um, it looks like modern art,
but I think it's a copy
of the famous 'Kurotrophos',
which is one of the earliest
Neolithic finds in Greece.
6000 BC.
Ohhh!
Not with George and Jeremy then, Ali?
No, the um we couldn't the doors.
Hm. I've got something to tell you.
Oh, Dom!
Oh, how did it go?
We're really trapped.
Tried everything.
Every window, every door is
either deadlocked or barred.
Judith, did you find anything
to match the poem?
I found a painting that might
be a mother and child,
but I'm not entirely sure
it's the right way up.
[small laugh]
No.
Dom, can you get up that picture
of the Donatello, please?
Hang on
OK.
'Two attempts to survive,
one date do we seek.'
Do you think it's time to
put our best option in?
Don't really have a choice,
do we? Shouldn't we wait
to see if Sangita and the
others had some success?
I don't think there's
any harm in trying.
[resigned sigh]
[timer beeping]
[beeping gets louder]
[keypad chimes]
[beeping continues]
[emotional sigh]
[disappointed groans]
[laboured breathing]
[breaking up]
"André can you hear me?"
Yes, Patrick.
[relieved sigh]
We lost you for a few moments,
you had us worried.
So how are you doing?
I'm a little trapped.
Part of the roof has collapsed
and formed a barrier between
me and where I came in.
"Can you dig your way out?"
At the moment, that does
not seem possible.
OK, so
We must keep trying the lock.
[André sighs]
[footsteps on concrete]
The lock is so rusty I just
can't seem to get a grip.
There's a blockage in the tunnel
and he can't get out.
How's he doing with the lock?
He says he can't get a grip
because it's all rusted up.
Rusted?
Give me the headset.
André, this may seem like
a stupid question,
but what's your gun holster made of?
Uh, mainly leather, I think,
but with some rubber on the inside.
Great. Take your knife
and slice a thin piece of rubber off.
[penknife clicking open]
[effort grunt]
OK, I've done that.
Put it in the lock and rub
as hard as you can.
Okay
"Is it working?"
Yes, yes, it's working!
Yes! How did you know how to do that?!
Old mechanic's trick, rust hates rubber.
I'm passing you back to Patrick.
"Right, I'm going to try
the lock again."
OK Andre, remember
".. screwdriver up and
to the right, very gently."
[clicking]
[sigh]
What's happening, André?
André?!
[frustrated] It's not opening, Patrick!
OK! Uh
I want you to describe it for
me again as best you can
with every detail, EVERY detail you can.
[sighs] Uh
It's brass, I think,
with a fancy design on it
like a Fleur de Lis, sort of.
Oh, Patrick, you idiot,
it's an old French lock.
Gonna try something different,
André.
Turn it to the left,
very, very gently, hmm?
Then turn it
".. one more time."
[latch unlocking]
- It's unlocked.
- Yes!
Yes!
OK, Andre, once you're
through the door,
you're going to your right.
[door creaking open]
JEAN: 'I can't believe
I got it so wrong.'
Look, you can't blame yourself, Jean.
Well, whose fault is it? I sent
you all on a wild goose chase.
You did something though.
Yeah, and I got it wrong.
[panicked] I don't want to die
like this, Jeremy.
Oh, I know, my darling, I know.
Why didn't you tell me
it'll all be all right?
What? You always say
it'll all be all right,
darling, and it always is.
Well
[sobbing]
[sad music]
[breathing fast] How much
time have I got left?
How much time has he got left?
Only 17 minutes, I'm afraid.
17 minutes, Andre.
"Keep going straight on.
You're nearly there.
You're doing great."
[urgent, tense music]
[programme sting]
[struggle]
[door opening]
Do you want to know what I
bought you for Christmas?
[chuckling] You know
I prefer a surprise!
But you might not get to see it.
I want to keep it a surprise.
Thank you, Jeremy.
What for?
Our life together.
I've had such a lovely time.
I thought after losing the
twins, we wouldn't last.
Lots of couples split over less,
you know?
I know, my darling.
I know.
Maybe if there is something
after this life
.. we can meet them again?
That's a nice thought, isn't it?
That's a wonderful thought, darling.
Wonderful.
Anyway, I'm glad we're here together.
I've always dreaded
the thought of going first
and leaving you behind.
Me too.
[door opening]
Sangita, she's dead!
No! What?
Are you sure?
Positive. How?!
She has been shot.
Shot? She was trying to
change the fingerprint control
and needed access to the main
computer in my office,
so she left us and went
to the office.
We waited for ages. And you
just found her there?
Yes. I need to see her.
No, I'm not sure you should.
Look, I'm a doctor.
Maybe she's still alive.
Take me to her!
Ali listen look at me.
I just need to see my wife.
Show me to your office.
JEAN: OK!
Everyone needs to stay here.
No one must leave.
Dom, come with me.
Yeah.
My love!
Ali, you can't touch her.
I am a doctor and her husband!
I know, but this is a crime scene.
What?
There's still a very good chance
that we could get out of here
and, and if we do,
we want every shred of
evidence intact, don't we?
[sobbing]
Ali is having an affair with Aurielle.
What? I saw them in
the corridor together.
Said him and George almost
came to blows at one point.
Well, that gives him a motive!
To get rid of his wife so he
can marry a billionaire.
Exactly.
Come on, if it is him,
we can't leave him alone
with Gabriel for too long.
Yeah.
All the banking codes, they are gone.
Are you sure they were in there earlier?
Yes!
When I came to get
the envelope from the safe,
I clearly remember seeing the file.
And who else knew the
combination to the safe?
Only me. And Yves.
He helped me collect the Ormolu earlier.
OK, uhm
Right.
We all have to stay in the same place.
It's what Caron would make us do.
Yeah, you're right.
Right, we have to stick together.
There's a murderer amongst us.
[gentle words of encouragement]
[Ali sighs]
Gloria, I must be near.
I can hear voices.
"You're right underneath
the Events Room!"
Carry on for about another 10 yards
and you'll see a ladder on your right.
That'll take you directly
up to the museum."
Arghhh!
Are you OK, love?
[stifled groans of pain]
Yes, I'm fine.
Yards to metres
.. multiply the length given
in yards by 0.9144.
I've found the ladder!
He's found the ladder.
[metal clanging]
I'm heading up now, Gloria!
'Well done, André!'
You're nearly there.
The security engineer has
now landed at the airport
and she's on her way now
in a police car.
Brilliant!
Good news!
[metal clanging]
Ah
[desperate scream]
[crashing]
André!
André, are you OK?
[voice breaking]
André, can you hear me?
[silence]
Maybe we should start praying
to them paintings we found.
It looks like that's our only choice.
You like to have a choice, don't you?
What's that meant to mean? You
know exactly what that means.
If you've got something to say, George,
why don't you just come out with it?
If I've got something to say,
I will decide when I say it.
Always loving the control, eh, George?
Even when we're about to die,
you still have to be in control.
You know, the best thing
about this situation
[timer beeping]
.. we're both gonna die together.
Which means you won't inherit a thing.
Wow.
Just when I thought
you couldn't go lower.
[music swells]
[beeping continues].
What are you thinking?
I'm trying to work out
the murder in real time.
Get Jeremy and Judith over
to help, will you?
Hey you two!
Jean needs your help.
I'm not sure I'm much help
to anyone, Dominic.
Judith's not feeling great.
[sternly] We're all
not feeling great, Jeremy!
Sorry, sorry,
I didn't mean to snap.
No, no, actually, I did.
Jean is over there trying
so hard to help us,
to help all of us. The very
least you two can do
is to help her, OK?!
Oh sorry, old chap.
Yes, of course.
Oh great.
OK, so whoever murdered
Sangita and Suzanne
has something to do
with the bomb and this whole
nightmare evening.
It makes sense for everything
to be connected. Yeah.
Who would kill Sangita? Who
would murder someone like that?
Well, Ali's having
an affair with Aurielle.
Oh yeah, Dom told me.
What?
George poured his heart out to
me. The poor chap is broken.
Yeah, and I saw Ali and Aurielle
in the corridor earlier
talking about it.
Do you think he bumped off his wife
to run off with a billionairess?
That's what I said.
Or maybe
.. George killed her to frame Ali.
He was certainly on the verge of it.
Or maybe Aurielle killed her
in a jealous rage
because she couldn't wait
a moment longer for Ali.
In the office, Gabriel
said all the codes
to the museum's bank
had been stolen from the safe!
Yeah, and he was certain that
they were there earlier.
So could that have something
to do with it?
Oh, it's all so confusing.
My head hurts.
[lightbulb music]
Dom, come with me.
[door opening]
[tense music]
There was only one person
that used the map.
"Eh this way."
[door closing]
[whisper] Of course.
It's so small.
It's
'It's a nose ring.'
Oh!
[urgent whisper]
It was Ellie.
It was all Ellie! What?
Ellie is the murderer.
Don't, don't look!
But how did she do it?
She couldn't be in two places
at once. I mean
She was definitely here when we arrived.
So, how could she be
murdering the security guard
at the same time?
Unless
The escutcheon.
Dom!
Dom give us a hand with this.
Yeah.
[wheels clanging]
[latch clicking]
[gasp]
Oh my God!
[ominous music]
She's still alive.
[sigh of relief]
[tape tearing]
Let's get her in here.
[door opening]
What the hell?
Who on earth is this?
Jean, for God's sake,
explain what on earth is going on?!
Ali just a minute.
I'm intrigued.
We still have a few
minutes before we escape.
How did you know?
Yves, what are you doing?
Go on, Madame White.
It didn't come to me
straight away.
But then I worked out that it
was you who killed Sangita
and stole the bank codes.
You mistakenly left your map
on the floor, at the side of the safe.
I suppose when Sangita came in
to override the fingerprint control,
well, she caught you red-handed.
[gunshot]
[gasp of pain]
[body collapsing]
And, and then I worked it back.
I mean, how did you get in
the safe in the first place?
Only Gabriel and Yves
knew the combination, so it made sense.
One of them was your accomplice.
And then I remembered that
earlier in the evening,
Sangita recognized you, Yves,
from a prison outreach event.
'Have we met somewhere before?
Very much doubt it.'
'I don't do prisons or charity, dear.'
I assume you've not been out
of prison for very long,
for Sangita to recognise you
from something so recent.
GABRIEL:
Yves, is this true?
JEAN: But you, Ellie
I couldn't work out how you
could be in two places at once!
Serving champagne here and
well,
murdering the security
guard down there.
But you weren't, were you?
This is what I think.
[rapping]
'You entered the museum, and you forced
the security guard
to activate the shutters.'
[shutter controls beeping]
[whooshing]
[struggle]
[tense music]
'Once you'd started the
bomb, you raced up here
.. changed your outfit.
And you placed the bomb in the cabinet.'
'Just outside this room.'
[tense music builds]
'Then you accosted that poor waitress.'
[clank]
'And you bundled her into the cupboard.'
'It's brilliant, really.
All you've had to do
was hire an agency waitress
who looked a little bit like you.'
[door closing]
'No one had ever met either
of you before,
so no one would realise
that you were an entirely
different person.'
But how did you get the bomb
inside the Ormolu?
Well
You throwing champagne over George
was no accident, was it?
The minute that you heard
Gabriel and Eve
in the corridor,
that was your cue
to cause a distraction.
'Oh, good God, girl.
What the hell?!'
'Giving Yves just enough
time to plant the note for me,
and to put the bomb in the box.'
[flashback angry voices
from Events Room]
Very good, Madame White.
I sort of understand the murders
to steal the bank codes.
But why the bomb?
Why the poem?
[snort]
Well that is what you will all
take to your graves without knowing.
But there's no way out.
Not for you anyway.
[latch clicking]
[door slamming, key locking]
[sirens]
The security engineer is almost here.
We've only got two minutes left.
[urgent, tense music]
[timer beeping]
[emotional] Two of the most
important people in my life
are in that building.
Heads down, please.
Right, I'm gonna smash this door down.
What's the point?
There's enough Semtex to blow
up the whole bloody building.
They managed to escape,
didn't they? [George sighs]
Oh God, I didn't think I was gonna die
from a bomb in a bloody jewellery box.
Maybe the actual box is a clue.
It's an actual Marie Antoinette box!
This is a picture of Marie Antoinette
dressed as a Vestal virgin
by Charles Leclerc in 1777.
In relation to the poem
'Fruit from above.'
Well,
Marie Antoinette's father was a pope,
'Face like the sun.'
Well, um,
she was married to
the great-great-grandson
of the Sun King,
and, 'Fate was not kind.'
Well, it wasn't kind to her.
She had her head cut off.
[beeping]
[music pumping]
[music builds]
[music stops]
[gasp]
[joyful music]
[cheering]
[cries of relief]
Hey! I said we'd be all right.
Oh, Judith!
Judith, you're a genius!
The box, Marie Antoinette.
Of course it was to do with her.
Oh, I'm getting too old for this!
Clever, clever, darling. I'm so pleased
I didn't tell you what
I bought you for Christmas!
What happened?
Nothing!
Ah, hey! He, he!
[sirens blaring]
Ahem! Listen, I don't want
to break up the party,
but we are still locked in.
I know we don't have the
threat of the bomb anymore,
but we are still locked in.
Come on, let's get this door open.
Right, come on.
Okay! Right, OK!
On the count of three.
ALL: One two
.. three!
[cries of relief]
Darling! I must have loosened
it earlier. Loosened it.
[dynamic music]
[latches unclicking]
Ungh!
It's a real dreamboat there,
hey, my darling wife.
[buzzing]
Come on, come on, come on!
The shutters are opening.
Come on! Come on!
Caron, you little beauty!
Excuse me. Excuse me, excuse me.
[latch unlocking]
[door opening]
[urging them on]
[words of help]
Thank you so much. This way,
sit down there.
Jean, you're alright!
Am I glad to see you.
You too, sir.
That must have been so scary.
It certainly had its moments!
Oh, Dominic, merry Christmas.
Well, yeah, I wouldn't
exactly say that, but,
Merry Christmas.
Where's Caron?
What happened?
He he came in to get you.
How? The tunnels underneath the museum.
The what?
There's a load of bomb shelters.
It was my idea, but I
His radio's gone silent.
We think he has fallen.
They had to wait and see
if the bomb exploded
before they went to check on him.
Just preparing to go and find him now.
[Yves grumbles]
I assume these two have
something to do with all this.
I thought I killed you.
Not quite.
Oh, André, it's so good
to see you. [sobbing].
Good to see you, mate.
[Jean sighs]
RICHARD: Monsieur.
Richard.
Jean, can you fill me in
on what happened?
Then I will interview those
two in the morning.
What? Now?
Are you sure you're up to it?
You know, I like to keep
busy at Christmas.
Yeah I do.
[music builds]
Oh, out of the way please,
I'll deal with this.
Caron, what have you done
to your poor face?!
[laughter]
I'm not sure I like brunch.
What?
Well, the word, the blending of
two words to make another,
like, um, motel.
Portmanteau.
Oh, bless you. No!
Portmanteau is the blending of two words
to make another one.
Although portmanteau also means
a leather case with two sections, but
Where would we be without
your brain, eh?
Don't be daft!
No, I mean it.
You saved a lot of lives yesterday.
Oh, well, I just did what I had to do.
Yeah, and what only you can do.
Oh, thank you.
Now, can I tempt you to a croissage?
What? It's a croissant
with a sausage inside.
I'm 'portmanteau-ing.'
No?
Fresh coffee?
Oh, thank you, Patrick.
Oh! Right.
I'll do it, darling.
I'm terribly hungry this morning.
I think it's all the trauma.
Of course, darling. It can do that.
I remember when my gran was ill,
all anybody could do was make sandwiches
like it would make everything
better. Feeding the soul.
Not with white slice and beef paste.
We ended up feeding the ducks.
[Judith chuckles]
There you are, plenty more
where that came from.
Oh, lovely. Will you sit down?
We've got loads here.
We need to save a little bit
of room for Christmas dinner.
You sound just like I did
when you were a nipper.
Do you know, one Christmas
morning, he ate three packets
of mince pies and half a
Christmas cake before breakfast.
How old was he?
5?
15 actually!
I was a little bit worse for wear,
but I didn't know that then,
I just needed a sugar rush.
I have never really believed
in hangovers.
I think it's a case of mind over matter.
I think that's why I've never had one.
[message on phone]
Oh, excuse me.
Ah. Caron is ready for me to go over.
Do you want me to come with
you? No, I won't be long.
Um, I've just got to pop over
to the station.
André needs my help.
Take some food with you.
Oh no, I'm really full.
For André and Richard.
Oh, yeah, great idea.
Tell them that they're both
invited to lunch,
4 o'clock start.
Will do.
Talking of starts, do you
think it's too early
for a little champagne?
Wonderful idea, darling.
Carpe bloody diem after
yesterday, that's what I say.
I'll get some glasses.
Eh!
What?
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
What's the matter?
Well, after yesterday
I don't want to let you out of me sight.
Don't be daft. I won't be gone
long! Yeah, I know, but
I'll tell you what, why don't
you get on the morning champers
and you won't even know I'm missing.
OK.
Come here.
[kissing]
Happy Christmas!
Well, it would be if we could
get these two to speak.
Oh, no joy?
Nothing from him.
He's just playing games.
But the girl, I think,
is starting to break.
That's why I asked you here.
She's upstairs.
Oh, from Patrick.
Oh, merci.
So, what happened?
No comment.
Why did you plant a bomb?
No comment.
And why the poem?
[rigid] No comment.
Look, I can understand you
killing who you needed to,
to steal the bank codes.
But why the bomb?
Why the poem?
Well, I don't know you and
you don't know me.
Well, the poem was obviously
not my idea.
So there was someone else involved?
Of course.
I know nothing about
bombs, less about poems!
And I had no idea who
you were until yesterday.
So what happened?
No comment.
If you are trying to protect someone,
I would ask you to consider
how important they are to you.
It will affect your sentence
considerably.
The last time I was in prison.
I shared a cell with a woman who worked
as a consultant at the museum.
She knew everything about
it, every nook and cranny.
She said if I kept in touch
once I got out
.. she would be able
to help me get inside,
override the security system,
steal the bank codes,
and get out scot-free.
Go, go on.
So I kept on visiting her.
'And sure enough, we
came up with a plan.'
'I got my friend Yves involved,
flirting with that idiot
of a curator Gabriel
.. to get someone on the inside.
But still, why me? Why the bomb?
It was very strange.
The last time I went to see her,
she had found out through
her contacts that you!
Mrs. Jean White,
would visit the museum on Christmas Eve.
And?
She was wild!
'Cold with rage!'
'God, she really hated you.'
So, instead of a simple
robbery as planned,
I was to plant a bomb
and a letter to you.
She said I would be safe.
That there was a way out
under the museum.
She said it was a game
she liked to play with you.
It all seemed a bit psychotic to me.
But then again, so did she.
And I had nothing to lose.
So I did what she said.
What was her name?
Barbara.
[mysterious music]
[message pings]
[music continues]
What fun, Mrs. White.
'Til next time.
[evil chuckle]
[grid slams]
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