All language subtitles for The Iguana with the Tongue of Fire (L’iguana dalla lingua di fuoco).1971.BluRay.RARBG

You...

No!

What are you doing? No!

Oh, no! It's raining again.

It might be romantic,
but what a nuisance.

Ireland may be beautiful,
but it rains all the time.

Day after day.
God, how annoying.

Without all that rain,
it wouldn't be so green and beautiful.

I suppose you've got a point.
Where were you going?

I thought you'd be late, my Lady,
so I was running an errand.

Thank you for visiting me, my dear.
I didn't know you woke up so early.

From time to time, I do.

If I didn't know my husband
was not in Dublin,

I'd think he was to blame
for this miracle.

You're being mean, now.

Perhaps... but you don't think
I'll play the jealous wife, do you?

Come on.

Here, put these in the trunk.

We could put them
on the front passenger seat.

Yes, perhaps.

But if you need to run errands,
I can always drive myself.

No, my Lady. I beg your pardon.
My errands can wait.

- Where can I drop you, my dear?
- It's all right. I have my own car.

Then, I'll see you around.

Bernard?

Bernard!

What are you doing there?
Will you get in the car or not?

Oh, no! What happened...?

She's dead.

Hello, Jerry. Is it you?

Jerry, something terrible has happened.
Yes, here at the embassy.

No, His Excellency is not here,
as usual.

He's in Switzerland.

- When did you get here?
- Jerry? It's me.

I came back last night.
Listen, I suggest you come right away.

I want you to handle this.
It looks pretty serious.

Yes.

I don't see why Bernard
should be exposed to all this.

- Well, but he was the first to...
- All the more reason. He must forget it.

- Come on.
- Bernard.

- Go with her.
- Go to your room.

I came back earlier than expected,
as you can see.

It was raining nonstop in St. Moritz.

Did you meet with Marc?

No.

I didn't have time
to pay him a visit.

Was it just you?

As always, my dear.

As soon as Jerry arrives,
tell him to contact the police.

- Who are you?
- My name is Thompson. I'm a doctor.

I called him.

Did you write a report
for the police?

Yes, here you go.

Do you believe we'll be able
to identify the unlucky victim?

I'd say it's impossible.
The perpetrator was impeccable.

A specialist, I would say.

Like me.

Inspector!

Inspector Lawrence.

This letter is for you, sir.
It just arrived.

It must be the woman found
in the trunk of that Rolls-Royce.

Really?
And there's nothing else inside?

Not even a letter?

What did you expect?
The name of the killer?

His address, and an invite
to come over for tea?

- No, but... you never know.
- Let's go.

According to this passport,
the woman was Dutch.

So?

It may be a coincidence,

but before he was sent to Dublin,
Sobiesky was ambassador to The Hague.

- So let's question him.
- For God's sake, wake up!

Think it'd be that easy
to do that to an ambassador?

We should consider ourselves lucky
if he lets us question the staff.

- Like he could stop us.
- He could, if he wanted to.

I'll have to ask
the Foreign Ministry's permission

to conduct
a more thorough investigation.

- Will they give it to us?
- I hope, but it won't be of much use.

At most, he'll be declared
persona non grata.

And while we wait for their answer,

he'll have all the time
to kill another few victims.

We can only hope he won't.

In the meantime,
I'll investigate on my own.

And I couldn't care less
if I'm accused of being unorthodox.

- Are we clear?
- But, how?

You'll see.

Let's go get a nice cup of coffee,
I can't take it anymore.

In the meantime, I'll call the office
and see if there's any news.

Take it back to the stables.

Your Excellency, Inspector Lawrence
is here to see you.

Why didn't you tell me?

He came without notice.
He's waiting in the library.

He's Homicide Inspector Lawrence,
he insisted on speaking with you.

- Nice to meet you, Inspector.
- It's an honor.

Matches.

I'm sorry to bother you,
Mr Ambassador,

but I find myself in quite
the embarrassing predicament.

I quite understand.

I intend to cooperate
with the police,

as long as the investigation
is carried out with discretion.

First of all,
I'd like to ask you a question.

Did you know that woman?

Which woman?

- The one we found...
- Oh, yes. In the trunk of my car.

To tell you the truth, Inspector,

after one glance, and I didn't have
the guts to look twice,

she looked utterly unrecognizable.

Maybe the man who killed her...

Was it a man?

Do you think a woman
would be capable of this?

Why not?
It's just a thought.

I doubt that any evidence you have
can make that clear.

You spoke of a man
being guilty of this crime,

and I said a woman
could be the culprit.

Why? Is it not possible?

It certainly is possible.

The use of vitriol
does suggest a woman's hand.

A woman, or a colored fellow.

That's a very useful suggestion.

I wouldn't put that much faith
in the words of a diplomat.

Lying is a habit for us.

We may do it with elegance and aplomb,
but it's still a lie.

So you have no idea
who might have put the corpse there,

or why?

No.

I haven't the faintest idea.

If I had to guess, I'd say it's someone
trying to create a huge scandal

that would compromise relations
between our two countries,

which right now are excellent.

I suppose so.

- I really must thank you for your...
- No need to thank me.

It's my duty to cooperate
with the authorities.

It's a matter of courtesy.

May I question the embassy's staff?

Certainly.

But not here.

Call them to the police station.

Who would you like to question?

For now, the chauffeur
and the governess shall do.

- Later, we...
- Hopefully there's no need.

It'll be better for us all.
I'll take you to your car.

- No, don't worry.
- It's my pleasure!

Maggie.

You're here, too.

- Who are they questioning in there?
- Mandel, the chauffeur.

- Listen, Maggie. I wanted to ask...
- Fear not, Miss.

I'm well aware
of what I can and cannot say.

I'm not so stupid as to tell them
about the ambassador's private life.

It could be of no use to the police
but very damaging to me.

So?

What else can I tell you?

I've been coming here
every day for two weeks.

I don't know what else to say!

You haven't told us much.

I suffer from conjunctivitis,
so I can't bear to see the light.

Quite the bothersome inconvenience
with a job like yours.

- You're right.
- You didn't answer.

I've already told you everything.
That night I went out, as always.

To go to the pictures, right?

To the pictures, right.
Even though I can't prove it.

You can take off the sunglasses.
There's not much light in here.

I was in my room at midnight.

I'd already locked the car
and parked it in the garage.

- You already told us that.
- And I'll repeat it a hundred times!

Easy, there.
We're only asking questions.

You're acting as if
I was the main suspect!

No one thinks that here.

But you might have missed a clue
that could be important to us.

I haven't missed a thing.

So you're saying that
after returning to the embassy,

someone else might have put
that corpse inside the trunk.

That's what I'm saying.

And the morning after,
I went to pick up Mrs Sobiesky.

- That's not what the governess said.
- What did that idiot say?

Let's hear it.

She said that when she came down
with Mrs Sobiesky,

it seemed like you were in a rush

and only reversed the car
because you saw them coming out.

- I didn't deem it important enough.
- Where were you headed?

I thought they'd leave later,
so I was going to the laundry.

Do you mean this one?

- Yes.
- Was it urgent?

Or maybe your shirt got dirty,
all of a sudden?

What are you talking about?
I only stick to facts with you!

We appreciate that, although at times
those facts are incomplete.

It may be a matter of distraction.

- And then, what else?
- And then nothing!

Very well.

But should anything else
come to mind,

for instance little clues
you didn't deem important,

you could tell us,
instead of keeping them to yourself.

You may leave.

Tell the ambassador that,
as far as you're concerned,

our investigation is over.

I doubt I'll see him.

The ambassador has left.

And, besides...

Besides what?

Nothing.

Here.

But this is the last time.

And now, get lost!

Is that it?
That old bastard keeps getting stingier.

That was Marc.
I gave him the money he asked for.

But this is the last time.
I've had it.

I said I'd provide for your son,
but enough is enough.

- You could have let me talk to him.
- No!

I sent him off.

The sooner he goes back to Switzerland,
the better for all of us.

You scared me.

You're easily scared.

How did you get in?

It doesn't take a rocket scientist
to find a back entrance.

You know who's out there?

No, and I don't care.

How much do you want?

You used to give me money
with a little more flair.

Just like you, when you asked for it.

I need more.

How much?

A lot.

And if I refused?

I wouldn't do that, if I were you.

Some change, please.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

And I don't care.

- Director! Sir!
- What's the matter?

The singer was killed
in her dressing room.

- I'm a doctor. May I help?
- It may be too late, but follow me.

Go back, come on!
There's nothing to see here!

Lock the door, don't let anyone out.
And call the police.

Get out, please!

Out!

Calm down, everyone.
It's nothing to worry about.

Please, stay where you are.

Nobody can leave the premises!
We must wait for the police.

Do you have a car?

No, I came with a friend.
We took a taxi.

Well, let me give you a lift.

- You want me to ride that?
- Want to wait for the police?

- No way.
- Come on.

Here.

Hop on.

Have you lost your tongue?

Tell me, do you always take advantage
of murders to pick up ladies?

It wasn't to pick you up.

Maybe.

Who was that fella you were with?

- A friend.
- What kind of friend?

Just a friend. Why, were you looking
for something more than my gratitude?

- There's no need.
- Thank goodness.

Don't tell me you did it
out of the goodness of your heart.

Well, it's always a pleasure to help
beautiful ladies in distress.

- Thank you.
- Where shall I take you?

Head towards Phoenix Park,
we live out of town.

- Sure.
- See? That's the gate.

What did you expect me to do?

Ask you to sleep with me?

No, but you could have asked
for a drink, like they always say.

I'm partial to formality.

Just like you, it seems.

It's cold. I suggest you keep it on.

Here.

- But didn't they...
- Find a corpse here? That's right.

Odd, isn't it?

You picked me up in a club
where they found another.

- You don't look too worried.
- Why should I be?

I'm not the killer.

And who are you?

Just the ambassador's daughter.
Come, let's have a drink.

- Good evening, Miss.
- Hi, Mandel. Your eyes?

Much better, thank you.

- Good evening.
- Sir.

Let's go upstairs and have that drink.

Now more than ever, spending time
out in the sun has become a must...

Thank you.

Helen, would you come here a moment?

It's my dad, hopefully in a good mood.
But if he asks me about you?

I happen to be a racehorse trainer.

But the only horses I have right now
power my bike.

I wonder why my dad
keeps smoking those.

He lights them up all the time,
and throws them away after a few puffs.

Lucky him,
not everyone can afford them.

Shall we go listen
to some records upstairs?

- With pleasure, but your dad...
- Don't be silly.

- Where do these stairs lead to?
- Our private quarters.

Help yourself to anything you want.

Who were you calling?

No one important.

Hurry up.

Mom, the phone.

Mom!

Mom, are you deaf?

- Mom!
- Dinner's ready, sweetie.

Hello?

- Yes, that's me.
- Come on, eat. Your mommy is here.

Good boy!

Hi, Dad. Grandma.

- Go get grandma's glasses, will you?
- Eat some more, sweetie. It's good.

Come on.

My baby is not hungry?

All right.

Grandma, you should wear them.

Dad got angry
because you wouldn't answer the phone.

You know that I can't see.
How am I supposed to find them?

And if you weren't out all the time,
you could answer the phone!

Here we go again.

Here, I got all the clippings
that talk about those murders,

and I think I know who did it.

Did you say something?

How can you hear me
without your glasses on?

Why not keep them on a string?
Come on, find her glasses.

So, who...

Who's the killer?

You're making fun of me.

- I wouldn't dare.
- Don't deny it.

Do you think that just because I'm old
and rarely go out,

I can't guess who committed a murder
by analyzing some clues?

You remember the old lady
from that Agatha Christie novel?

You know
that I don't read crime fiction.

It's another big flaw of yours,
you don't read enough.

OK, then.

- Who would this killer be?
- Brace yourself for the big revelation!

Don't you dare disrespect
your granny!

Come on, don't be angry.
Tell me what you think.

- Go ahead.
- You want to know? Fine.

It's the ambassador's son.

The ambassador's son?

Oh, Lord.
Mom, I can't take this.

- Dad.
- What?

Where are you going?

On a secret mission.

Hands up!

And don't you move,
or you'll regret it.

Help! Norton!

Help!

Norton...

Care for a whiskey, Norton?

With these on?

Uncuff him.

I told you my investigation
would be a little unorthodox.

I meant him.

You could have told me so,
I would have saved two teeth.

No one asked you to go there.
Being overzealous can have its risks.

Now go.

See you soon.

They took quite a beating.

They weren't pulling any punches, either.

You haven't changed a bit.

You mean since I was in your place?

Confess!

Talk, you bastard! I said talk!

What gets into you?

Beats me.

Maybe it makes me think
of how my wife was killed.

And any one of them
could be the killer.

I saw someone break in,

and I thought it could be him,
the one I was looking for.

Thanks.

I recall that in Brazil,
I stepped on an iguana once,

which lay hidden
beneath jungle foliage.

I'm sure this criminal lives among us.
Perhaps right under our noses.

And like an iguana,
he's very apt in the art of camouflage.

The only difference is that an iguana
is as hideous as it is harmless,

whereas our culprit
might be easier on the eyes,

but cuts throats
and kills with vitriol.

Like an iguana with the tongue of fire.

About that lady.

Come on, John.
Don't play dumb with me.

You know who I'm talking about.

The ambassador's daughter.

Keep working on her.
She might come in handy.

She's our only chance
to discover what her father is up to.

All right, I will.

Even though this is not my style.

And I don't want any trouble.
You know what's at stake for me.

I'll keep that in mind.

Where are you going?

I need a doctor and some stitches.

- The gentleman needs some stiches.
- Let him in.

Please.

I can handle this, you may go.

And turn off the lights.

That's a bad cut.
A fight, I suppose?

More or less.

I'll have to file a report...

...to the police.

That won't be necessary.

I already did,
I have friends in the force.

Don't move.

You think they'll find
the embassy killer?

Oh, well. I haven't the slightest idea.
Not that I'd care, mind you.

The police won't find out.

That killer is too clever.

Too cunning.

They'll never find out.

Good evening, sir.

Norton.

Kudos to the man who
stole my girl from under my nose.

How do you know my name?

Who wouldn't know Inspector Norton?

Or rather, the former inspector.
Also known as "the executioner".

I'd watch my back if I were you.

Or sooner or later
someone will make you pay.

Is that a threat?

No, just friendly advice.

Listen, kiddo. Here's my advice.

Stay out of my way.

Excuse me?

- Sorry to bother you, Ma'am.
- Oh, it's you!

Please, have a seat.
You don't bother me at all.

- Thank you.
- No! Come here, beside me.

I hope I can have a word
with your husband...

His Excellency, that is.

Alas, you're out of luck.

His Excellency left for Switzerland,
and I'm all by my lonesome.

As always.

That sounds so gloomy.

How is it supposed to sound?

It's as gloomy as it sounds.

Because behind this fancy facade

lies nothing but dreary emptiness.

Utterly mind-blowing
and downright sad emptiness.

Between me and my children,

or me and my husband.

I believe they call it
"disconnect," nowadays.

Je suis formidable!

I'm truly formidable.

Love is a rebellious bird...

But, you see...

What is most lamentable
is the fact that I can't resign myself

to the passing of time.

I'm not that young anymore.

Don't say that.
You're a gorgeous woman.

How sweet... but you're lying.

No, don't you deny it.
I know you're lying.

But it does sound sweet
when heard from such a...

...manly fellow.

What a lovely lighter.

It's Cartier.

I'd be happy to give it to you,
but it belonged to my first husband.

Yes, the one I was married to
before meeting His Excellency,

with whom I had Bernard, our son.

His Excellency was crazy about me.

But now, things have changed.

Now, these are all I have left.

I guess it's one of the many perks
of marrying an ambassador.

No police, no search warrants...

Poor Norton.

I hope you weren't
too suffocating, Mommy.

- She's delightful.
- Yet another lie.

You know, Helen?

He's quite the interesting man.
A true charmer.

Where did you find him?

Between one corpse
and another, I guess.

Mon Dieu!
What a horrible thing to say!

Well, it was truly a pleasure
talking to you.

- I hope to see you soon. À bien tôt!
- Thank you and goodbye, Ma'am.

I hope.

That guy is starting to irritate me.

Why would you say that?
I find him rather charming.

And not boring at all.

I'm also worried about you.

What little smarts you had
seem to have gone up in smoke.

You get worse by the day,
Your Ass-cellency!

I merely stoop to your level,
given where I found you.

I wonder why
they called it a "night club".

Don't you forget that.

How could I ever forget?

It's one of my most pleasant memories.

But you've got nothing
to brag about, either.

You only got where you are by sucking up
to every minister you could find.

Don't you dare talk to me like that!

Save the orders
for the servants and whores!

And don't count on me for boring parties
and official ceremonies!

- I ought to just break your neck!
- Don't you dare lay a finger on me.

You have no idea
of what I'm capable of.

You bitch.

Despicable bitch.

Bitch!

At your place? Wonderful.
When should we come?

We'll come, all three of us, all right.

I'll see you later, then.

I arranged a nice party for tonight.
All men, obviously.

Count me out, I have a date with Helen.
I wouldn't want to stand her up.

Actually tonight
I can't make it, either.

Oh, come on!

- You can't...
- Must we do what you want?

You can't do this to me.

Walter, don't push me.
I might retaliate.

Oh, yeah? And how?

Let's hear it.

Or do I have to teach you a lesson?

- Come to Switzerland with me, Norton.
- I'm sorry, but I can't.

Did you know that your father was seeing
the lady who was found in that trunk?

No, I didn't know.

And that he knew the other victim, too?

You don't look too surprised.

Why should I be surprised?
My father has always been a playboy.

But why all these questions,
Inspector Norton?

- So you know me.
- Of course.

My father told me
that night you gave me a lift,

and Walter confirmed it.

So that's why you had
that quarrel in the library.

I don't recall having
a quarrel that evening.

Maybe you just have
a strange way of discussing things.

You're right.
My dad, who isn't my actual dad,

is a bit peculiar at times,
I have to admit.

But don't mind him.
That's who he is.

But why did you quit the police?

I'd rather not talk about it.

- Where were you?
- I thought I'd give you some privacy.

It looked like you needed it.

How do you feel
about the secretary's death?

And the press?

The press obviously speculates
on the fact that Norton was there.

They talk about revenge,
hinting at his involvement.

And they all agree on one thing.

That we're all incompetent
and inefficient.

- Folks, last call.
- A beer, Jim.

It's 10:30.
Please, folks.

I suggest you leave
before the police gets here.

I wouldn't want trouble.

- There's a letter for you.
- Please, folks.

Last call.

Please get out.

Time to go home, fellas.
Please, I don't want any trouble.

Leave, please.

Thank you.

My precious little kitty.

Now behave and eat.

That's my kitty.

Stay here and eat, OK?

Who's there?

It's me, Mom.

Is this razor yours?

Yes, it's mine.

I took up my old habit,
but I guess my hand got too wobbly.

- I read that there was another murder.
- I bet you already know who did it.

And I bet your main suspect
is the ambassador's wife,

because you found her lighter there.

- Aren't you listening to me?
- Yes, of course I'm listening. Go on.

A killer so clever wouldn't leave behind
such obvious clues.

It's only done to fool the police.

That's the sign of someone
who's thinking straight.

And who's a bit childish as well.

It's a bit like Tom Thumb's pebbles.
You should be familiar with that.

- So?
- I told you that the kid's the culprit.

It's that little monster.

Grandma! Dad! I'm back.

I'll head straight to the kitchen,
I'm famished.

Dad!

My Lord!

Miss Sobiesky, please.

You'll find her at the bar,
she went there a few minutes ago.

Can I have a pen and paper, please?

- Would you kindly give this to her?
- Of course.

Helen, you have friends
looking for you everywhere!

- You're like flypaper!
- What a surprise!

You know, I changed my mind.

That's a bad sign.

By the way, who are those two fellas
you were talking to?

- Are you jealous?
- Maybe.

It's my brother Marc
and a friend of his.

I was hoping to have a word
with your father.

- Is it urgent?
- Quite.

He's at the bobsled course.
He spends all his time there.

That's him.

Believe me, it was incredible!

He just kept singing.

He sang so loudly that...

Mind if I sit?

Sure.

I know all too well
what brought you here,

but know that I intend to exercise
my immunity as a diplomat

and refuse to offer any comment
on that unfortunate incident.

Or the ones that followed it.

Now that we got that out of the way,

may I offer you a drink?

Or maybe a cigar?

Thank you.

And to think
that I came here for that.

To find out which brand
of cigars you smoke.

Now you know.

Another question.

I thought I made myself clear.

Maybe I was expecting
too much from a cop.

Do you know that your bobsled
was sabotaged?

And that someone tried to kill you.

Well, that's wonderful news.

I thought it was my fault.

Well, at any rate,
report this to Federal Police.

- Will you stay tomorrow as well?
- I'm leaving in a few hours.

Why didn't you mention
the house in Dalkey?

Who, me?
Are you out of your mind?

Listen, I'm a little too old
to play charades.

If you're hiding something from me,
I suggest you talk now.

I haven't set foot there in a year.

I managed to track down the lawyer
of the lady who lent you that house.

Your name is on that lease.

I also found your clothes in a closet.

Oh! Lest I forget.

I found something else there.

A corpse.

But that wasn't in the closet.

If it's a joke,
I don't find it funny at all!

No, it's not.

It was the body
of your friend Walter.

Have you already forgotten him?

That's terrible... it's ghastly.

I can't believe it.

It can't be real.

It can't be, you say?

It's as real as the Cartier lighter
I found there.

And just as real as the roses
the victim was covered in.

A bit gruesome, if you will.

Maybe it was to hide the fact
that his throat had been slit.

Will you tell me the truth, now?

I swear I told the truth.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

It's all so absurd and horrible.

And that was my mother's lighter,
wasn't it?

If that's the case,
why don't you question her?

Instead of pestering me
with such groundless insinuations.

It's the first thing I'll do
once I return to Dublin.

And, embassy or not,
I'll get to the bottom of this.

Something horrible happened.
Thank goodness you're here.

The ambassador's wife tried
to kill herself in the bathroom.

She's still alive,
call an ambulance.

Mandel.

- Inspector.
- I was waiting for you.

We need to talk.

How about a beer?

Why did the ambassador fire you?

You should know that.

Three weeks ago he just said

that because of my eyes,
I couldn't drive anymore.

But at least give me what I'm owed!

He thinks he can take advantage of me
just because he's a diplomat.

But I'm not a pushover.

I'll beat him to a pulp!
I don't care if I end up in prison!

That dirty bastard.

Why didn't he give you any notice?

I don't know.

It was twenty days ago.

That's why I keep roaming this place
without a dime.

Twenty days ago, you say?

That's the day after the murder.

Yeah.

Yes, that's right.
I hadn't thought of that.

- You smoke?
- No.

Thanks.

Oh, look!

I must have broken them
getting off of the bus.

This fella pushed me from behind...

I did hear a crack,
but I didn't pay much attention to it.

Where do you live?

- Why?
- You know...

I might need
to have a chat in the future.

Let me take these.

I'll get you a new lens.

I didn't attempt suicide.

Someone tried to kill me.

Who was it?

Please, sir.
Leave her alone, now.

So, what do you think?

There is no doubt.

This piece came from those glasses.

Very well, you may go.

You seem doubtful.

All the pieces of the puzzle
seem to fit.

Yes, all too well, actually.

Let's save your doubts for later.

This is the chauffeur's address.
Bring him here.

What are you waiting for? Go.

So...

What makes you so doubtful?

You think a wanted criminal
wouldn't leave behind obvious clues?

You clearly don't have
a mother like mine.

You'd have more doubts.

A few moments
and we'll know the truth, anyway.

Hello? Inspector Norton, please.

Yes, put him through.
It's for you.

Hello? Inspector Norton?

- It's you. It's Mandel.
- I went to the embassy to get my money.

I heard Her Excellency scream.
If I hadn't been there,

she would have ended up
like the other victims.

No!

But I saw who tried to kill her, yes!

I didn't tell you right away

because I was afraid,
but believe me! It wasn't me!

I know it wasn't you.
Tell me who it was.

I'm sure you already guessed it as well,
because from the first moment I saw...

No!

Hello?

Hello?

Yes, I'm coming.

I'm not deaf!

I'm coming!

She was looking for the inspector.
I told her he wasn't in, but...

I'm Helen Sobiesky,
I'm friends with your son.

Oh, yes.
I know everything about you.

Everything?

Yes.

- May I wait for him inside?
- Certainly.

You may go, Officer.
Thank you.

I feel like a prisoner with that cop.
But my son was adamant.

Just to be safe, he says.
But it feels like slavery.

- Will John be late?
- I doubt it, but sit down.

Would you like some coffee?

- Yes, but don't trouble yourself.
- Not at all.

Here's your coffee.

You must think I'm terribly rude,

but John talks so much
about you and Ann...

That's her name, right?

I really wanted to see your house.
You're a woman, so you'll understand.

I certainly do.
But come, your coffee is ready.

Thank you.

Connect me with St. Moritz.

Yes, thank you.

Yes, hello?

523425.

I'm Inspector Norton,
calling from Dublin.

Who were you looking for?

I'd like to talk to Marc Sobiesky.

I'll see if I can find him.

Who is it?

I'm sorry but he's not home.

Leave me your number.
I'll make sure he calls you.

That won't be necessary.

You're very kind,
but I can't wait any longer.

Please tell your son
that I'll be calling him later.

I hope I'll see you again soon.

- Of course. I'll come by again.
- Have a nice evening.

You as well.

You scared me to death!

When will you understand that
without glasses you won't hear anything?

They could break in and kill you
just like with the cat.

- With that officer out there?
- At least lock the door.

- What?
- Lock the door!

Taxi!

Help me!

Help!

Help!

You think we should inform the police?

I don't know whether it was an accident
or attempted murder.

For now we only know she was found
in the river in a state of shock.

Do you think she's a junkie?

Could be.

I noticed a bruise on her forearm.

I don't know
whether a needle caused it.

But all we can do for now
is let her rest.

You and your suntans!
If it's your father, he'll be angry.

Helen, my dear!

Please, come on in.

My son isn't home.

But this time, I won't let you leave
until he comes back.

The coffee is on the stove.

I'll bring you a nice cup.

Please, sit down.
It'll only be a moment.

What's wrong with the water, tonight?

It refuses to boil.

No!

Help!

Help!

Dad!

Grandma!

Let me go!

No!

No!

What are you doing?

Hey, Williams.

You can go now, I'll handle it.

So what's new?

Nothing much. Good night.

Grandma!

Grandma!

Hurry up... Grandma!

Are you out of your mind?

You're Marc!

Helen's brother!

I'm going to kill you
like all the others!

John, finally...

Daddy!

My stepson Marc
has always been a deviant.

He hated us.

He hated all those he deemed happy,
or privileged.

Yes.

In his madness,
he wanted to destroy us.

That is why he tried to frame us
for all those murders.

Mandel was blackmailing him,
because he'd found out.

You know the rest.

But I suppose my career is over.

I only hope I can forget all this.

And Helen?

She's in Paris.

She'll be joining us later.

Or at least I hope so.

It's pathetic, isn't it?

You would have loved
to arrest him, huh?

Yes.

Because he killed the woman
they found in the Rolls-Royce.

And that's what sent Marc
on his killing spree.

- Why didn't you say so earlier?
- It'd have made no difference.

We couldn't have done anything.
But still...

He doesn't know how he'll be welcomed
in his home country.

He won't have his immunity there,
and won't be able to fool the police.

Shall we go?