"Luke has earned the admiration of many devoted friends, Mrs Lorenz" "They're here today, and many of them I'm sure, will be a help and comfort to you." "Yes." "I'm sure they will." "Thank you .. excuse me." "Mr Rhodes." "─ Mrs Lorenz." "Perhaps you prefer to postpone our business meeting until another day?" "No .. no, Luke wouldn't want me to wait another day." "You refused to see him too many times when he was alive." "Touché, Mrs Lorenz." "Elliot Soames." "Arbiter of art for the media." "Congratulations." "He'll come to the memorial service, but he did not turn up for Luke's exhibition." "But then, neither did you." "You look better on the Television Mr Soames." "Must be the makeup." "Would you like me to give you a lift?" "─ Yes, thank you." "Mrs Lorenz, we would like to have another word." "When would it be convenient?" "Find Luke's body, and I'll talk all day." "─ We're still looking." "And I would like to have the painting that you picked out of the sea." "That's by way of a suicide note .. if suicide it is." "Forensics will not release it until we've eliminated the possibility of murder." "Noöne would want to kill Luke." "May we go please?" "When Vincent Rhodes becomes interested in artists, my hackles rise." "But when did your discerning eye alight on Lorenz, dear boy?" "It's just about to Elliot." "Mrs Lorenz has asked me to view her husband's work." "Good." "I'm invited too." "I'll bag a lift." "It's wonderful how painters attract more attention when they are dead." "Such a waste, my dear." "─ Thank you." "Where is the gin?" "What kind of wake is this?" "Luke didn't leave money for gin." "─ He always kept a bottle for his mates." "Come to my studio tomorrow, Sandra." "I'll carve you in the nude, in marble." "We'll help each other to forget him." "─ I don't want to forget him." "Davey, Davey." "You think you could follow Lorenz?" "He certainly had a genius for the macabre." "Oh .. "Genius" now is it?" "Fame .. and Vincent Rhodes arrives with the worm." "Art is big business." "Would you sell Michelangelo by the pound then?" "An art dealer has to be a realist, not a philanthropist." "What is your recipe for success, then?" "─ Talent, certainly." "And exploitation." "─ And death." "Don't forget death." "The artist provides the talent." "Fate finishes him off." "And exploiters attend the funeral." "We're down to the pub now to wet Luke's memory." "God love him." "I'll be in touch with you .. after I die." "─ Oh, good." "Well, Mr Soames?" "─ Well .." "Furious colors, with rhythmic pulses." "Perfect for my Sunday supplement." "If you let me, I'll send a photographer Mrs Lorenz." "Of you, with the paintings." "It appears you have won yourself an ally .. and a dealer." "I can offer you an exclusive contract to handle all of your husband's work." "With a suitable advance against payment." "How much for the advance?" "─ Five thousand on account." "Alright?" "─ Fine." "You .. you won't of course dispose of any of your husband's work privately." "How many paintings are we talking about?" "─ What's in this room." "For the moment." "But I wanted Lorenz's work to explode on the public." "I'm only interested in selling painting by painting, at the highest price." "Mrs Lorenz .. your husband's spectacular death will get buyers in the short term." "We mustn't miss our moment." "─ Look .." "I've heard of widows who sold all their husband's work." "And a few years later it was worth a fortune." "Those are my terms." "No bargaining." "I'm sorry." "All this unpleasant talk about business." "Your husband had a rare sense of beauty, Mrs Lorenz." "When can I call you?" "─ When you have your first buyer." "Goodbye then." "─ Goodbye." "To the dear departed." "Poor, dear Luke." "Floating like some drowned pirate off Penzance." "Worth more doubloons dead than alive." "She's greedy." "The little widow is greedy." "I didn't die for money." "Recognition is the only thing worth dying for." "Then you keep the recognition, my dear .. and I'll take the loot." "Is that all you care about?" "My work is just a great big nothing?" "What the hell are you doing?" "Those can sell." "Any little scrap you ever doodled on." "Where do you think those doodles come from?" "It's the fire in the belly, Sandra." "It's my belly." "Take a seltzer, darling." "Well, Lorenz was good." "Not flashy, not sensational." "Not banal." "But good." "Even "great"." "Except the first month when the bills came marching in." "I wish .." "If just once, you could see things through my eyes." "Sometimes .." "I think I can see into the future, to things that haven't happened yet." "The death that we all carry in our guts until it devours us all." "When I was swimming back to shore, after I sank that boat." "A really crazy thought hit me." "I wanted to make it real." "Yeah." "After all our careful planning?" "Six months, a year .. what's that?" "You've got a nice, quiet roost here with no-one to disturb you." "And after they've hung enough laurels on your memory .." "You show up .. in some Cornish village." "The victim of amnesia." "Some fisherman .. recognized the artist they thought was drowned." "It's perfect." "But to be .." "locked up in this tomb .." "How will it be?" "Sandra?" "Mr Soames." "Congratulations Vincent." "Newsweek." "Not easy capturing the front cover." "What else have we cajoled from the media?" "─ Well .." "Dead celebrities are a bit sticky, Elliot .. no P.A.s, no TVs." "I've sent the Toronto and Quebec exhibits for late summer, though." "A good warm-up for New York." "─ What?" "No Paris, dear boy?" "The French are generous to painters." "─ If the painter is French, yes." "But .. since you mentioned Paris, off the record." "The Jeu De Paume is flirting with a Lorenz at this very moment." "I doff my hat, Vincent." "A very choosy little museum." "What I can't understand is why you've not exhibited more of Lorenz's paintings." "Only fifteen canvases in four months." "─ I'd exhibit them if I could get them." "The beautiful widow is proving difficult." "You disappoint me, Vincent." "Can the Rhodes charm be slipping?" "Well, she's chosen to play it tough, so we'll just have to see won't we." "Sandra .." "Angel!" "Ah, Mrs Lorenz, what a charming surprise." "Such kind words in your article Mr Soames." "And that bit about Luke arriving on the art scene at just the right moment." "When everyone is obsessed with the dry intellectualism of conceptual art." "Yes, a very happy turn of phrase I thought." "Goodbye, Vincent." "─ Goodbye, Elliot." "Oh and .. good hunting." "You look terrific." "Bright colors obviously suit you." "Shopping in expensive stores suits me." "It's that same ominous figure again." "A body dragged down under water." "It's as if Lorenz had a premonition of his end." "What will it bring?" "Your husband back from the grave?" "If he knew how much." "Forgive me, that's a terrible joke." "Ah .. the painting will fetch fifteen thousand." "If I'm energetic." "─ And you will be." "A beautiful woman shouldn't live alone .. in an old, empty house." "I'm not ready to give up my memories." "Go ahead." "You do realize I'm kidnapping you?" "And what is the ransom?" "Maybe there isn't any." "This time." "You'll have to dispose of the body." "Like it?" "Well, if you could move it into the heart of London." "I also own a very secluded cottage on the south coast." "It's old." "Yes." "But I have installed the electricity and running water." "You know, a week in the country would soon bring the roses back to your cheeks." "I suppose now, you put on the soft music." "You can't stay in mourning forever, Sandra." "Do you have exquisite taste in everything?" "Of course." "Why don't you take it, Sandra?" "What, this?" "This cottage, for a month." "Escape your memories .. change your scene." "I'm loaning it to you." "With all the keys." "It's very generous, but I can't." "Take me home now, Vincent." "No." "What are you doing downstairs?" "I might have brought someone home." "─ Who'd you have in mind, Sandra?" "Where have you been?" "Vincent Rhodes took me to lunch." "I told you." "Some lunch." "He had to go to the country to see a client." "Until midnight?" "Lady Ferndale." "She bought three of your paintings." "Vincent wants to borrow them for the retrospective he's planning." "Guess where, Luke?" "Where?" "─ The Tate." "The Tate?" "Well, it's all in the talking stage." "─ Hold on Sandra, I want to talk." "I'm really tired right now." "Yeah, but you weren't too tired to talk to that canvas peddler." "What's it all for?" "All this?" "You're going to turn my paintings into junk!" "This place is tarted up like a Kensington cat-house!" "No, Luke!" "Don't!" "How much of my blood?" "How many hours up in that attic?" "Go ahead!" "Keep it up." "Bring the whole neighborhood in." "We'll celebrate your return from the dead." "Yeah, well this is your idea, Sandra .. not mine." "You bought it fast enough!" "Do you want to blow it, when we're about to hit the jackpot?" "The fame .. the recognition." "Money." "That's what I wanted." "Look at me, Luke." "Look at me." "Catch." "Don't turn your eyes away from me." "Five hundred pounds .. quite a killing." "When I was an artist's model .." "I used to say .. if I ever had five hundred pounds of my own .." "I'd never pose nude for a man again." "Lorenz painted you often enough .. in the nude." "Why must you always bring him up?" "Surely, after all these months you can talk of the dead without wincing." "Sometimes .. you behave as if we we're having a .. furtive affair." "Behind your husband's back." "Don't you see what you are doing to yourself, Sandra?" "And to me." "Luke is dead." "He's gone." "And we're still here and very much alive." "We can still feel." "And love." "There is something I want to show you." "How gorgeous." "This goes with it." "You see .. the most ridiculous things happen." "I've found I've fallen quite hopelessly in love." "But Vincent .." "I've even booked the honeymoon tickets." "New York, San Francisco, Hawaii, Hong Kong." "We can take six months and you can put that haunted house of yours up for sale." "Isn't this the moment when you should say: "I love you too, Vincent"?" "I shall feel an awful fool if you don't." "I do love you, Vincent." "But I .." "I won't go on sharing you with a ghost." "Sir." "Where is it?" "─ Over there, sir." "Morning, Guv." "Alright, drop the sheets." "That's the one." "─ Looks like it." "Sergeant." "Sandra, how are you, Angel?" "─ "Fine, darling."" ""Where are you?" ─ I'm at the office." ""Did you get everything alright?" ─ Yes, the canvases arrived." "I shipped one off to Switzerland this morning." "Subject to approval, of course." "Now, the other one .. was turned down, would you believe." "They turned it down?" ""Yes." "They thought it was too lifeless."" "What do you mean "lifeless"?" ""Well, it's too dark."" "Well, sometimes he painted dark." ""They felt it was too morbid." ─ Morbid?" ""I'm sorry, Sandra." "That was their opinion."" "Well, maybe that was Luke's style, too." "Anyway, somebody bought it, didn't they?" "─ Yeah." "And old client who does exactly as I tell her." "Now .." "I hope we're not coming to the bottom of the barrel, Sandra." "Because Lorenz's price is going up and up." "You'll have two more paintings next week .. bright ones." ""Alright Angel." "I'll come around later and pick you up."" "No, no." "Don't pick me up here." "I'll .." "I'll meet you at the gallery." "Okay .. see you later." "Okay." "Ciao." "[ doorbell ]" "Sorry, but it is necessary." "Mrs Lorenz .. please." "Your husband?" "You said there was a ring?" "Your husband's?" "Well, she identified it as Lucas Lorenz." "I should put you both on Brixton parking meters for this little fit of whimsy" "But she signed it, sir." "Although we have a definite make on the body." "A villain named .." "Brian Roberts." "I knew a woman once who identified an 80-year old man as her missing aunt." "The ring has got initials on it, sir: "BR"." "But she identified that as Lorenz's too." "It proves nothing." "It proves she was lying, Inspector." "My theory is, that Lorenz didn't die in Cornwall." "Or they would have come up with a body by now." "And she must have had accomplices." "That sunken boat, that painting." "As phony as John Silver's wooden leg." "Everything points to premeditated murder." "Motivation?" "The widow is raking in a fortune since he died." "Some paintings do increase in value after the artist's death." "Cold, hard, facts." "Don't go overboard on this one, Robinson." "Good afternoon Mrs Patel." "I was wondering, could you give me some more of those sleeping-pills?" "Your sleeping is no better after all these months?" "I want your prescription then, Mrs Lorenz." "How stupid of me." "I left it on the dresser." "Surely you can give me ten or twelve?" "I promise not to take them all at once." "A young woman needs a man to tuck her in .. not sleeping-pills." "Unfortunately, they don't come in a tablet .. yet." "You be sure to drop in that prescription, now." "I will .. if the mice haven't eaten it." "─ Mice?" "Well, the house is crawling with them." "They come in off the barges, carrying diseases." "It's bad enough with what the foreigners bring in." "What do you recommend?" "For the rats." "─ Arsenic." "It's still the best .. but you'd have to sign the poison book." "There you are, dear." "No chance of finding you working these days, huh?" "I'm trying to remember the color of the world." "I wish you would." "Everything you're painting these days is so gloomy." "So .. slow .." "Fortunately your acrylics dry faster or we wouldn't have anything left to sell." "I promised two more canvases before the end of the week." "For God's sakes Luke, make them bright." "Maybe I need oxygen." "─ What?" "A flame burns brighter in pure oxygen." "It gives a burst of energy before it dies." "Either that, or you could start feeding me "bright and happy" pills." "I can't stand this any more." "I'm getting out." "You're the one who said you only need a quiet place to paint and no distractions." "Well .. maybe you're right, Sandra." "Something has happened to my painting." "It's not the same." "The "Eye Of Night"." "It's like a .. black hole in the world right down to Hell." "Try reaching for a paintbrush for a change!" "It's finished .." "I have to get out." "I have to come back to life again." "─ And lose The Tate?" "Luke." "Think of what it means." "If you come back to life now, then you're really dead." "Buried in laughter." "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." "She's some dish." "Why don't we get a search warrant?" "Take the house apart?" "And look for what?" "We've got to be sure there is something there to find." "Humbug .. hoax." "─ Too right, Mahaffy." "Luke never painted that." "As dead as he is?" "Don't I know .." "I've seen every bit of canvas his brush ever touched .. fake." "Fake!" "This gallery has counterfeited art." "You can see!" "Alright, move on you two." "I'm very sorry, I'm Irish." "Yes, well I'm Welsh if you please." "I'm not moving one step until we've had a word with the criminal inside." "I'm afraid there is a disturbance, Mr Rhodes." "You'd best have a word." "Listen Clive, I'm going to have to get back to you." "Yeah, okay, bye." "A "rogue's gallery"." "That is what this place should be called." "They are cheating the public while honest artists starve." "What's all this about?" "─ Fake!" "You are peddling a fake Lorenz." "I'm taking them both in for disturbing the peace, sir." "I'm sure that's not necessary, Officer." "These gentlemen are "artists"." "They are entitled to their opinions, however misinformed." "Powerful .. isn't it?" "Too darkly morbid for my taste." "─ Uhuh." "It's what Elliot Soames refers to as Lorenz's "obfuscate" period." "Calling a mule a horse, doesn't shorten his ears any." "Now, our Houston museum wanted something more .." "Well, something more representative." "The clash of colors that made Lorenz's name." "I made Lorenz's name, Doctor Kates." "Whiskey?" "─ Thank you." "It may interest you to know that the .." "Trinity River Museum in Dallas has already purchased one." "More "obfuscate" than this." "Old Kingsley over there must be looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses." "Is this the only Lorenz you can offer me?" "Look at it like this .." "You are buying a showcase in the most prestigious retrospective of the year." "At The Tate." "Then you loan us back this canvas courtesy of the Park Museum in Houston." ""Obfuscate", huh?" "Sandra, I need a straight answer." "How many paintings are there left?" "That sculptor swore that Luke never did complete more than ten canvases a year." "What have you done?" "Hired a ghost artist?" "─ Really, Vince .." "Look, Sandra .." "I've asked you to be my wife." "Can't you confide in me?" "Being married to you .." "Would be life as I always dreamed it." "Something Luke could never give me, even with success." "Alright." "You deserve the truth." "─ Yes .. please." "There won't be any more paintings by Luke Lorenz .. ever." "Do you still want to marry me?" "Sandra .." "Sandra!" "Sandra!" "And when they prepare Aloha on the beach, they bury a whole pig." "All wrapped up in banana and papaya leaves." "And then the natives dance around it for hours." "What's that?" "Vincent Rhodes." "Hello." "─ "Police hear, sir."" ""Your shop's been broken into." "A painting in the window was destroyed."" "When?" "─ "Tonight."" ""Can you come round right away?" ─ Yes, okay." "I'll be straight over." "Bye." "That was the Police." "Someone broke in the shop and destroyed the Lorenz I sold to the Houston Museum." "Now whoever it was, slung this carjack through the window," "And used the broken glass to slash the painting." "It may belong to the silver car that was seen being driven away from the gallery." "You've just come from the gallery, have you Mr Rhodes?" "Yes." "─ And, nothing was taken?" "Nothing whatsoever, no." "Now, I know it is very late." "We can all do with some sleep, but .." "Well, if you spare some time to answer some questions .." "And give us your prints for elimination, I'll be very grateful." "This way sir." "I can get a car for Mrs Lorenz." "Oh no, that's alright, I'll wait." "Good evening, Mrs Lorenz." "Vandalism on the increase." "Have you been demoted to "smash and grab", Inspector?" "Anything to do with your husband or his paintings is reported to me, Mrs Lorenz." "Sergeant, we should have a word with the two men who caused the disturbance there." "Good idea, sir." "What do you think, Mrs Lorenz?" "Mahaffy, can you hear me?" "Come on, Davey." "Open up for the love of God." "It's Luke!" "Come on." "What do you think you're up to?" "Where's Mahaffy?" "─ That Irish man?" "Yeah." "They took him away, didn't they." "Early this morning." "Where?" "─ I don't know." "You don't look well." "What's wrong?" "I'm dead." "Thank you .. for seeing it all through with me." "Why shouldn't I?" "I'm as concerned as you are." "What are you hiding from me, Sandra?" "Vincent .. the door!" "Sandra!" "─ My car is gone!" "Sandra!" "He's gone." "─ Who?" "Luke." "it's been nearly seven months, Angel." "You don't understand." "This is where he worked." "Until last night." "They've taken away the café." "Give it here." "If you need it real bad, help yourself." "Give me a couple of bob." "I'm skint, lady." "You rotter, you dirty rotter!" "Go away, go away!" "Get away!" "How much longer did you think you could keep him locked up here?" "Well, I didn't expect him to go to pieces like this." "And I didn't expect to fall in love with you." "Maybe I always wanted more than there was." "And why not?" "So I thought up the plan." "Who could it hurt?" "Me!" "The greatest art discovery of my career reduced to a sensational hoax." "Who do you think is ever going to believe that I wasn't involved?" "You are involved, Vince." "If you love me." "When you said you'd marry me, what did you intend doing with Luke?" "He was ill." "And very ill." "What was the matter with him?" "Well, I couldn't call a doctor." "I thought .." "What did you think, Sandra?" "What exactly was the matter with him?" "Hmm?" "What was the matter with him?" "There was a place he used to go." "I know it." "A pub down in Chelsea." "If we find him, what then Vince?" "What are we going to do then?" "To British justice." "The shield of the innocents and the sword of the falsely accused." "Hey .. and .." "To that brave man, whoever he is, what slashed the fake Lorenz." "And to the great Luke himself." "A titan among the cannibals." "Luke?" "Well, will you look here?" "If it isn't Rhodes and the lovely widow-lady." "Isn't that a coincidence?" "They're in the hoax together." "The pair of them." "Raking the money off Luke's fame." "─ Dressed up as a Duchess!" "I thought I knew every rat-hole Luke every crawled into." "There was a place near the river, by the power-station." "Open all night." "Why would he go there, for God's sake?" "It's where we met." "He always said we should .. go back." "Make it happen like the first time again." "It was here somewhere." "It's gone." "Look .. my car!" "Luke Lorenz!" "Luke!" "Luke!" "Get lost, Rhodes." "This one is not for sale." "Luke .." "I'm going up." "Don't come up here, Rhodes." "Why this now?" "You got all the fame you ever wanted." "─ It wasn't enough." "It is .. it will be .." "Now, she wants me dead." "Don't think I don't know." "That is simply not true." "Look, the best part of your life still lies ahead." "Please .. please Luke, come down." "Now way, Sandra." "Anyway, I haven't finished." "I'm not dead yet, Sandra." "Meet us below, Luke." "I've got an idea." "So, you're making me a prisoner again." "─ Oh, come on." "It's nothing like that .. it's an artist's paradise here." "The place cries out to be painted." "And you'll be as free as a bird, until it's time for you to reappear." "You'll stay with me, won't you Sandra?" "Well, you know I want to." "I don't think that will be too advisable, Luke." "People might wonder where she'd disappeared to." "Not with all the functions involved with your retrospective." "After all, you can't do that, can you?" "Right .. the bar is open." "You'll love it here." "I may never get you out." "A ten minute walk, and you see some of the most spectacular scenery in England." "Just up that hill .. just there." "We'll all come back in a few days, bring you more supplies." "And we'll stay all day." "Not just all day, Sandra." "When you come back .. you come back to stay!" "Here's another piece that doesn't fit, Jack." "An abandoned car." "Registration" " Sandra Lorenz." "She reported it missing?" "─ Nope, in fact, she's gone missing." "A PC doing a round, got an interesting item from one of the neighbors though." "She saw a bloke run out of the Lorenz house last night, drive her car away." "Too dark for an I.D." "He could be the missing piece." "Let's go." "You know what we're going to have to do, don't you?" "No." "Oh come on, Angel." "We're two of a kind." "I've seen how you feed pigeons, remember?" "Come in, Mrs Lorenz." "What are you doing in my house?" "─ I have a search warrant." "Care to see it?" "You neglected to report your car stolen." "And the man who stole it was seen coming out of your house." "I've been away." "He must have broken in." "Then you'd best check carefully." "To be sure that nothing else is taken." "That attic .. is that where your husband painted?" "Yes .." "I've kept everything exactly as he left it." "In Luke's memory." "─ Touching." "I like a bit of sentiment myself." "Yes, one more question." "How did these happen to get into your dustbin?" "They must have got in the rat poison." "Funny .. didn't notice any dead rats about .." "We'll be in touch Mrs Lorenz." "Hello Luke." "Hard at it, I see." "─ Where's Sandra?" "Hmm .." "I had to leave her in London." "Building the pyramid of your eternal fame, smile by smile." "Well .." "If she doesn't come here tomorrow alone .." "I'll go and get her." "Wild horses couldn't keep her away." "Perhaps you should make this place your permanent home." "I'll tell you what." "I'll make it a reunion gift." "To you and Sandra." "There is no other answer." "Luke Lorenz just has to be alive." "─ But where?" "And he works, right at the edge of the cliff." "Your husband is obsessed by the perilous beauty of the place." "And totally engrossed in his painting." "A person wouldn't be suspected of killing someone who is already dead." "Luke .. you look marvelous!" "I thought you were coming alone." "Vincent's got it all worked out for your return." "You'll be thrilled when you hear." "Hoped you wouldn't mind." "So much to discuss and arrange." "I'll take a long walk after dinner." "How goes the new masterpiece?" "Ah well .. it's nearly finished." "Well, let's see it then." "─ No." "Alright then Rhodes, what's this plan of yours?" "I'm famished." "Sandra wouldn't even let us stop for lunch." "Oh, why don't you whip us up a bite?" "While Luke and I have our little chat." "Alright." "Come on, let's go and see that painting." "This way?" "─ Yeah." "Down here." "Of course, it will change the plans that you and Sandra made in some small detail." "I mean about .. turning up in Cornwall." "I think you'll find Scotland will turn out to be a much better plan." "A chap could get lost in Glasgow for years." "Ozone." "Of course, you know the sea produces negative ions." "Let's see the painting then." "Yes." "It charges the atmosphere." "It gives a person .. tremendous energy." "Luke!" "Vincent!" "Luke." "Vincent!" "You!" "T-G"