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— It's here! It's arrived!

— Oh, you open it, Mrs. Gordon.

I can't, I'm too excited.

Her first cover, isn't it great?

- It certainly is, Bob.

We haven't had anything
happen around here like this

since that 12 pound salmon
Judge Thompson caught

ended up on the cover of Fishing Magazine.

Ms. Carpenter, Mr.
Lewis, come have a look.

It's Jessica, the Crane girl! Bob!

— Sorry, folks, I gotta go.

I'm late for work already.

— [Jessica, \/.O.] I love you, Jessica.

P.S., I've changed hotels.

I'm now at the Scala Hotel.

Phone number 31 'I -7842.

Milan, Italy.

- Yeah, what's up?

— [Warren] Hey Bob, Warren here.

Do me a favor, will you?

On your way home, check
those campers at Firehole.

— What about Spencer? That's his area.

- [Warren] Couldn't make it today.

Had a little discussion with a grizzly.

— Yeah, I'll bet. Female grizzly.

Guy'|| jump on anything.

— [Warren] Hey, speaking of females,

Mrs. Gordon told us you got some mail.

When are you gonna let us see it?

— Easy, b0Y-

We're not talkin' Penthouse here.

She's got clothes on.

I I'm hot for you I

I What you gonna do I

I I'm hot for you I

I What you put me through I

I I'm hot for you I

I What you gonna do I

I Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot I

I When you're sitting at
home and you're all alone I

I And you got nowhere to go I

I You just pick up the
phone and call my name I

I And I'll give you a really good show I

I And when it's late at night I

I And your appetite is
gettin' out of hand I

I I'm the one to see,
don't forget about me I

I And I'll do the best I can I

I I'm hot for you I

I What you gonna do I

I I'm hot for you I

I What you put me through I

I I'm hot for you I

I What you gonna do I

I Hot, hot I

I You're hot for me tonight I

I It's gonna be all right I

I You're gonna hold me tight I

I You're hot for me tonight, woo I

I You're hot for me tonight I

I Hot for me tonight .P

I It's gonna be all right I

I It's gonna be all right I

I You're gonna hold me tight I

I Whoa I

I You're hot for me tonight I

I I'm hot for you I

— Take me back to the hotel.

I I'm hot for you I

I What you gonna do I

Warren, Warren, can you hear me?

This is Bob.

Tell her not to open the door.

— Run that by again?

— Call Jessica in Italy, she's in Milan.

Her number is 311-7842.

The hotel, ask for Jessica

and tell her not to open the door!

— What the hell are you talkin' about?

— Just do it, man! Hurry!

— Yeah, okay.

- May I help you, please?

— Yeah, operator, I've got to make

an overseas phone call to Italy, Milan.

— Do you have the area code for Milan?

— Operator, I don't have the area code.

Just hurry, please.

- Warren, Warren, did
you get through, yet?

— She's still |ookin' for the area code.

Operator, have you found it, yet?

— Just a moment.

— Yes, I'm calling from the United States.

Here, I think we got the desk clerk.

It's night over there.

— Look, I wanna talk to Jessica Crane.

This is an emergency.

— Just a minute.

I'm calling her room.

No answer.

She's probably asleep.

— Look, can you go and check, please?

— Her key's here.

She hasn't come in yet.

— Well, check anyway!

Please, just to make sure.

You're sure?

You looked everywhere?

You didn't see any signs of --

— Signs of what?

- Never mind, then she
hasn't come in, yet.

— That's right, I've still got the key.

— Room 303, right?

— Yes, 303.

- 303, thanks.

303.

— By the way, Barbara,

what are you gonna be
doing this afternoon?

— I have a couple go—sees, that's all.

Do you want to come to dinner tonight?

— Yeah, that sounds like fun.

— Wanna come along?
— Fine, yeah.

— What floor?

What floor?

— Oh, sorry, three.

Buongiorno, signor.

— Miss Crane?

Miss Crane, you in there?

Some asshole keeps calling from America.

— Yeah, well the asshole's here,

and Jessica still hasn't come back yet.

— Who the hell are you?

— I'm Jessica Crane's brother.

— And who is Jessica Crane?

— She's a model, an American model.

I'm worried about her.

I think she may have been murdered.

— You're not sure.

— I saw it.

It happened two days ago at
the Scale Hotel, room 303.

— You were there?

— No, I was in Wyoming.

If I'm not mistaken,

Wyoming is a good distance
from the Scala Hotel.

— [Bob] Yes, about 15 hours by plane.

— And yet, you saw the whole thing?

— I saw the weapon, a pair of scissors,

and I saw the blood, but I
couldn't see the killer's face.

— I'm not surprised, seeing
that you were in Wyoming.

— And the body's gone.

— No body.

Huh, no body.

And yet, you say there's been a murder,

and you saw it all.

Well, almost all of it, from Wyoming.

- I'll try to explain.

Jessica is my twin sister.

Stuff like this happens
between some twins.

Telepathy, a sixth sense,

and it's happened before.

— That somebody killed your sister?

— Look, I know that
this is hard to believe.

But I just flew halfway around the world

to tell you about something
that I am sure has happened.

I didn't just see it, I
experienced it, sort of,

as if I were Jessica.

We've had this kind of connection
ever since we were kids.

Only this time, there
wasn't anything I could do.

— Of course, you've
already been to the hotel.

Did you find anything,
bloodstains or signs of struggle?

— No, nothing.

— Did anyone else see anything?

— What's the difference?

I'm telling you that I saw it,
I experienced it, whatever!

But I guess that's not enough

to open an investigation, is it?

Well, if nothing else,
at least I told somebody.

Thanks, a lot.

— Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Let me get this straight.

Jessica Crane.

US citizen, professional model, age...

21?

— Yeah.

Next month.

— Missing for two days,
Hotel Scala, room 303.

- That's her picture.

— Oh, by the way, your watch
is still on Wyoming time.

We are eight hours ahead here.

— In this place, we got
the 11th Commandment:

Thou shall not miss a shoot.

And if you do, you'll find
yourself another agency.

Modeling's for professionals only.

Now, we keep a running
report of every girl here.

Jessica's missed four shoots,

which means she's out on her ass,

and don't come telling
me she's fallen in love

because if she has,

then she's forgotten the 12th Commandment:

Thou shall not give thy heart
to other than thine art.

That one I made up.

— What was her last appointment?

- A shoot with Kento Masayuki.

— Motorcycle?

— A photographer, real famous.

- Karen, would you mind moving left, left,

little bit more, that's good.

All right.

That's good.

Would you mind moving?

— Oh, sorry.

Are you Kento Yugasama?

— Masayu ki.

— That's real close.

I'm sorry to bother you,
but I've gotta talk to you.

My name's Bob Crane.

I'm Jessica Crane's brother.

— Let's wrap it up and go home.

That night at the disco, she seemed upset.

I took her back to the hotel

and that was the last
time I saw your sister.

— The last time I saw her
was Christmas two years ago.

Since then, I've only
seen her in pictures.

She's getting more and more
beautiful, but different.

You know, like she was changing.

Was there a guy?

An ex, maybe, who
might've been mad at her?

Well, what kind of life did she have?

Who did she hang around with?

Can you tell me anything?

— A model, body, face.

A little bit of makeup, a beautiful dress,

and nothing underneath.

That's all people ask of a model, nothing.

But you want to know what's
underneath the dress.

What's underneath the exterior.

And you think I know

just because I took so
many pictures of her.

I can only tell you how to light her,

how to accent her cheekbones,

how to make her look lost, sweet,

aggressive, provocative.

I only know her through this eye here.

— You're Jessica's brother?

— Yeah, you know her?

- A little.

I heard that you're staying in her room,

and that you just arrived

clear out of the blue from the States.

Why? What happened?

— Who told you all this?

— The porter at the hotel.

I'm staying at the Scala, too.

Is it true that Jessica disappeared?

— Yeah, yeah.

But it might be worse than that.

— What do you mean?

— She might be dead.

Murdered.

— Did you say murdered?

— Yeah.

— Carrie, are you deaf?

Are you coming or not?

- My name is Carrie and I'm in room 207.

— Who is that guy?

— Giorgio Paloni.

He sells jewels and screws models.

- [Bob] Any calls?

— Lots of them,

but none for you.

— Is a Carrie in 207?

— No, she's never in.

- Wait!

I'm coming up, too.

— I pressed three.
- I know.

— Have we met before?

— Yesterday, same elevator.

— Really?
— Yeah.

I always notice people
who don't notice me.

— Oh, wait, I'll get it.

I'll bet you're a model.

— In this place, except for Porky Pig,

the maids who'd like to be,
and Terri's Yorkie, we all are.

- Not me.

— But you could be.

— [Bob] You think so, huh?

— Sure, you're sufficiently good—looking.

Whose floor is this, yours or mine?

— Beats me.

— Yours.

— Well, goodnight.

— Barbara.

— Barb, see ya.

I When I'm |ovin' my baby I

- Hey, Benji.

- What's wrong?

- I don't feel like it.

— No woman has ever told me that.

— Yeah, well, maybe they
never experienced what I did.

God, you know, every time
I come into this house,

I see it all over again.

— Listen, baby.

If you can't forget it,
that is your problem,

and it could be a serious one.

— You mean I might end up like Jessica?

— You believe some crazy cowboy?

That guy's put out too many forest fires.

He has smoke for brains.

Here, baby.

Snort your troubles away.

Bitch!

That was the last of it.

Listen, Miss I Don't Feel Like It,

I'm going out for some new
supplies on both fronts,

because Mister Was in the Mood

doesn't like butts interruptus.

When I come back, try
not to be here, please.

— Yes, I'd like a taxi at
Villa Mozart Number 'I0, please.

Thank you.

Hey, wait a minute, that's my cab!

Shit.

Hello?

Hello.

Listen, you've gotta help me.

I need a cab.

— Her last dress.

Her last show.

— Ah, Wyoming.

This time, we have a body.

I've been doing some research

into telepathic phenomenon between twins.

It's pretty interesting stuff.

There's quite a lot of
scientific documentation

on the subject.

They call it empathetic communication.

So, I see what you saw from
thousands of miles away

may have really happened.

By the way, did you know that Carrie

was stabbed with a pair of scissors?

— Well, that's what happened to Jessica.

— Exactly.

I'm gonna need about 10 napkins.

I never get used to eating this way.

They really like this stuff.

— I was in a skiing
accident a few years ago.

A real bad one.

I was buried under an avalanche.

They had patrols out looking for me,

Saint Bernards, you name it.

My folks and Jessie got
there as soon as they could.

As soon as she got there,
she went right to the spot

and told them to start digging.

There I was, out cold, so to speak.

Later, she said she felt

like an iron filing
being drawn by a magnet.

Somehow, we still managed to communicate.

— Very interesting.

You know,

I've never much cared for
sauces the color of blood.

— The paper said that Carrie
was at Giorgio Paloni's house

before she was killed.

— Right.

He's pretty well known
here in Milano, a jeweler.

Lots of money, lots of
girls, lots of parties.

She went home with him last night,

but somewhere or other,
they had an argument

and she went back to the hotel by herself.

— So, you think he's clean?

- No.

But he has a cast iron alibi.

At least 50 people saw him in a nightclub

at the time of the murder.

This killer

could be some kind of
nutcase who hates models,

or it could be someone hired

by someone or other in the fashion world.

- Christ, I don't know.

If you ask me, they're all crazy.

The agencies, models,
photographers, money, drugs.

Another planet for me.

— Wrong.

It's the planet Earth,
just another aspect.

We work with photographs, too, you know?

Identikits, mug shots,

and our lineups are just a
variation on a fashion parade.

The only difference is fashions
are seasonal, murder isn't.

It's a year round occurrence.

Oh, by the way, I didn't tell
you I'm retiring in 15 days.

This is my last case.

I'm going to find your
sister, dead or alive.

Hopefully, the latter.

— Porky Pig told me I could find you here.

— I'm surprised he didn't come with ya.

- Oh boy, I tell ya, I
could use a workout myself.

In the States, I never
sit still, but here?

Pasta's too good.

— What do you do, still in school?

— No, I work in a national
park. Forest ranger.

You know, like Smokey the Bear?

It's a great job, though.

I love it.

Fresh air, beautiful animals.

And when you're born in
the mountains of Wyoming,

there's not a whole lot else you can do.

— Same goes if you were born
on the island of Lolland.

- What—land?

- It's in Denmark, Falster.

5,000 inhabitants,
including the livestock.

I had two choices: work
at the local supermarket,

or shop at it, so I left.

— Sounds like Jessie.

She sent photos in to a
New York modeling agency.

They wrote back, and the next
thing we knew, she was gone.

Despite the fact our folks didn't approve.

- Why not?

— Dad used to say it was like

putting a grizzly bear on Park Avenue.

Doesn't work.

— Let's go find you a sweatsuit.

— Yeah.

— You the vice squad?

- Homicide.

Does the name Cristina
Landolfi ring any bells?

— Well, it depends.

— According to reports,

Cristina Landolfi rented a room here.

— That's right.

— Then disappeared.

- Without paying her bill.

That's why I called you.

But, what is it?

Somebody do her in?

— A colleague...

A colleague of mine was
here a couple of months ago.

His report says he talked
with a friend of hers.

A Margaux Wilson.

— Ah, the Black.

They arrived together, but
after the other one left,

she paid up and moved out.

I have the address around here somewhere.

She left it in case
there was mail for her.

Hotel Scala.

— Get my bill ready.

— You're checking out, Margaux?

— That's right.

You'll have a change of
scenery through the keyhole.

— Margaux Wilson checked
out half an hour ago.

— Do you have any idea where she went?

— No, but when I was
putting her bags in the cab,

I heard her tell the
driver the train station.

' What's up?

- Oh, Wyoming.

I think we're onto
something, come with me.

We're looking for a Black girl

in a red dress with a metal suitcase.

We take platforms one to 10.

The rest of you, cover the others.

— Barbara.
— Ciao.

— Hi! What are you doing here?

— We all have to be somewhere.

I'm working.
— Where?

- Out front.

Ilamwhatlami

I I don't want praise I

I I don't want pity I

I I bang my own drum I

I Some think it's noise I

I I think it's pretty I

I And so what if I love each
sparkle and each bangle I

I Why not try to see things
from a different angle I

I Your life is a sham I

I Until you can shout out I

Ilamwhatlami

Ilamwhatlami

I And what I am needs no excuses I

I I deal my own deck I

I Sometimes the ace I

I Sometimes the deuces I

- Hi, there.

— Yeah?

— A friend of mine's looking for you.

— Who is he?

— Bob Crane, Jessie's brother.

— Margaux, it's late, you're on.

Come on.

Ilamwhatlami

Ilamwhatlami

I And what I am needs no excuses I

I I deal my own deck I

I Sometimes the ace I

I Sometimes the deuces I

I It's one life and there's
no return and no deposit I

I One life so it's time
to open up your closet I

I Life's not worth a damn I

I 'Til you can shout out I

Ilamwhatlami

I Bangkok Oriental setting I

I And the city don't know
what the city is getting I

I The creme de la creme
of the chess world I

I In a show with everything
but Yul Brynner I

I Time flies doesn't seem a minute I

I Since the Tirolean spa
had the chess boys in it I

I All change don't you
know that when you I

I Play at this level
there's no ordinary venue I

I It's Iceland or the Philippines I

I Or Hastings .P

I Or this place I

I One night in Bangkok and
the world's your oyster I

I The bars are temples but
the pearls ain't free I

I You'll find a god in
every golden cloister I

— Okay, I have the dress,
I don't have Margaux.

Where the hell is she? Margaux!

— Police.

I want to talk with Margaux Wilson.

— Ha, so do I. She just disappeared.

- Open up, police!

— Come on, Diane.

It's okay, hon.

— So many have tried to kill us.

All of us, all of us!

— Well, ciao.

— Goodnight.

I thought maybe you
didn't want to be alone.

— We're being watched.

No, leave them open.

I'm sorry.

— No, I'm the one that should be sorry.

— It's probably better this way.

— Yeah, probably is.

Do me a favor, will ya?

Lock the door.

— What did you find?

— Ah, Commissioner,

we've discovered something
very interesting.

In the beauty kit.

Un telegramma per il signor Bob Crane.

- The commissioner will see you now.

— [Bob] Commissioner, I have some news.

- [interrogator] All right, Mr. Paloni.

Is it true or not?

- Yes, it's true.

I am the one who gave
those diamonds to Margaux.

But I also gave some to
Carrie and Jessica Crane.

— In exchange for what?

Silence.

— It happened at my house
about two months ago.

I was giving one of my special parties.

What made them special is that
I only invite one man: me.

— Giorgio, ciao.
— Ciao.

We brought friends, say hello.

- [Giorgio, \/.O.] That
evening, Carrie and Margaux

brought over a couple of new girlfriends.

Ciao.

What are you doing over
there by yourselves?

Come and join us.

— I'm leaving.

You coming?

If you're not having fun,
I've got another idea.

How about a little roulette?

Sometimes, at a certain hour of the night,

when I've tried everything else,

you look for new kicks
to liven up a slow party.

— Come on, Giorgio, don't
play around like that.

— I'm not playiF1Q-.

Okay, your turn.

Come on, $5,000 each,

every time you pull the trigger.

- Make it $10,000.

— You got it.

I owe you 'IO.

That makes 20.

- Me first.

— Her name was Cristina Landolfi.

There were about two
minutes of absolute panic.

None of us knew what to do.

All I knew was that I was in deep shit.

I'd no desire to be ruined
by some crazy ass model

who blew her brains out in my
living room for 10,000 bucks.

— Yes, but your only
problem was three girls

that might not keep their mouths shut.

- Right, right.

So, I decided to shut
them up with diamonds.

$100,000 worth each.

They agreed, naturally.

And the same night,

the four of us got rid of Cristina's body.

— [Commissioner] At this
point, our random killer theory

goes out of the window.

— Well, were Carrie's
diamonds ever recovered?

- No.

But neither were your sister's.

- Well, so, the killer probably took them.

— Someone who knew what
happened that night.

Or maybe someone who was there that night.

A diamond thief.

Or an executioner.

— I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking if Jessie weren't dead,

only missing, she'd be the prime suspect.

— Right, again.

When you saw what you saw,

are you sure that you didn't
get your wires crossed?

Are you sure the scissors
weren't in your sister's hand?

Tell me again, what exactly did you see?

— I saw Jessica being murdered.

— Commissioner?
- Yes, I'm coming.

Excuse me, I have to
explore every possibility.

That's what I am paid for.

Oh, Bob.

What was the news you had for me?

— Oh, it was nothing.

Not important, I'll see you.

— [Jessica] Am alive, please go home.

I'm in big trouble, must hide.

Will explain someday.

Please go.

Don't stop loving me, your Jessie.

- That's right, it was
sent from this office.

— Do you maybe remember
the person who sent it?

— Sorry, but I can't remember
everyone who sends a telegram.

- Well...

Excuse me, but could I
see the original form?

The one that was filled out by hand?

- It's against the rules.

— Please, it's very important.

— I don't write the rules.

— What's the matter, won't he eat?

— No, poor thing.

I don't know what to do.

- Well, try moving him
away from the window.

He's probably not eating

because the traffic
noises are scaring him.

- Why not?

I've tried everything else.

— Thank you.

— Actually, come to think of
it, I think I do remember her.

A pretty blonde girl, the
type you see in magazines.

— Is this her?

— Yes, that's her.

— Thank you, very much.

' May I help you?

— Interpol.

The young man who just
left, what did he want?

— There is also your sister's bill.

— So, what does that have to do with me?

— Who's going To P33'?

- She will.

Call me a cab.

— You're leaving?

— Yeah.

Yeah, I've got a plane at two.

— You're kidding, just like that?

- Yeah, I've got to.

— What about your sister?

— I've decided to be realistic about it.

Besides, my hanging around here

is only gonna complicate things.

— Maybe in other circumstances,

things could've been different?

— Yeah, maybe.

Thing is, I'm starting to miss my bears.

— Say hi to them for me.

— Malpensa Airport, please.

— Orizio to headquarters.

The American just left the hotel.

— Don't let him out of your sight.

He may lead us to his sister.

— You okay, mister?

- Orizio here, I have lost him, damn it.

— Aw, Jessie.

— Yes, Bob, where are you?

You found, where?

Where are you?

— An apartment.

I don't know the address.

Somebody's coming.

— Where are you! Tell me.

Tell me where you are!

— I don't know.

A building.

There's a thing outside, it's,

I don't know, a sculpture, turns around.

— Sure is hot today.

I bought a bunch of stuff for the house.

Giorgio's in jail.

But I'm not gonna let him off that easy.

Besides, he's the type to get
out fast with his connections.

Go on, read it.

There's the whole story of
what happened that night,

but of course, you already
know it, don't you?

I haven't told you yet.

Your little brother's left.

He went back home.

I kissed him, you know.

I did.

I couldn't help it.

It was like kissing your lips, my love.

I chose this for the curtains.

What do you think?

Nice, eh?

Our little love nest is
going to be beautiful.

When I think you didn't
wanna come over anymore...

Why did you have to go with
Carrie and Margaux that night?

Those bitches.

They changed you.

They changed what we had.

You started to hate everything.

Modeling, Milan, our love affair.

It's their fault that
you wanted to leave me

and get out of Milan.

But I didn't let you, did I?

Carrie and Margaux already
paid for what they did.

Giorgio's going to pay too,

but it's better to let a
little time pass first.

No one knew about us.

No one suspects me.

You know what the police
are going to think now,

that it was you, so you
could get all the diamonds.

They'll be looking for you.

I even made them think
that you're still alive.

It's too hot.

I bet there's gonna be a thunderstorm.

- Now what?

— I don't know.

We certainly can't just wait for a scream.