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Hurry UP!

Wait!

It's a doll.

Stop!

What a splendid place.

That's the Spanish fort.
It overlooks the entire gulf.

Is that where you went with
your brother, Fritz?

It doesn't look like there's
anything strange about it.

You're wrong, it's mysterious.
Besides, we were kids.

I remember one summer
we found a dead dog.

- Someone had...
- Please.

It had been strangled.

It was a horrible sight, I wanted to
vomit, If Fritz hadn't been there...

Stop!

Christian, look at that
woman over there.

Who are you?
What do you want?

To help.
I thought...

We thought you were dead.
What happened?

It might have been sunstroke.

I must have passed out.
I don't remember.

Feeling better?

Yes, sure.
It's passed.

- Sorry, I'm Barbara.
- Xenia, and he's Christian.

A drop of whiskey should knock
you back into shape.

I'll go, it isn't wise leaving
two women alone these days.

Why on earth did she
think I was dead?

We were talking about a murder.
A strangled dog.

I think we'd better change the subject.

You're right.
Are you from around here?

I can't find it.
Will you come here!

- Why did she go?
- Ask her.

Let me see.

'Tucania'
What is it?

An Etruscan necropolis
or some kind of bird?

Yes, it's me.

What did you say the name was?

'Tucania'

- Your bag!
- Thanks, I'll see you later.

Cheers, Barbara.

What do you say we
ditch these fools and...

Alex!

Beautiful boat, beautiful party,
beautiful day.

Thanks, that's what you say
when you're bored, right?

How did you know about my party?
We don't know each other.

I was passing by.
I saw the name; 'Tucania'.

- I'm curious, what is it? A bird?
- No, it's my yacht.

- Do you know Barbara?
- Why?

You look at her like you
robbed a bank together.

- Not yet.
- Do you have any aspirin?

- Are you feeling sick?
- More than sick, aren't you lucky?

I've got a migraine,
and you're doing as you please.

May I offer you a drink?

Come with me.
I'll find you an aspirin.

Are you upset?

You're not going to ask me
why I disappeared earlier?

- Who is Alex?
- Let's say he's a friend.

Rich, possessive, nice,
and somewhat in love with me.

- Poor Alex.
- Kindness isn't your strong point.

I know.

But with you I'd like to be nice,
tender, and delicate.

- It isn't something I'm used to.
- It's because I like you.

- A lot, seriously.
- You don't give up, do you?

- That moon, doesn't it bother you?
- There's no moon in my motel.

I guessed right, you're
a sweet little whore.

- Okay, let's go to your motel.
- You'll have to shave first.

This sweet little whore doesn't want
paying but she has her vices.

You're crazy.
I'll give you a cheque, right now.

And you'll sleep with me
with my beard.

I have a razor in my room;
chic, discrete, and sexy!

- What can I get you?
- A Branca Menta, with ice.

Come in.

- You don't really...
- Aside from hurting my skin...

a beard sometimes
hides the wrong man.

Of course, a fugitive changing his
identity, if that's what you mean.

- What do you do?
- I don't.

I'm the major shareholder
in my brother's company.

Am I asking too much?

I'm afraid you could ask me
anything you want.

In the meantime, I'll create
some atmosphere while you shave.

Just keep the lights on.

Everything okay?

No, it's all wrong.

Second thoughts?

You know what we'll do?

You'll keep your handsome
beard and you'll leave.

- It's a stupid game, anyway.
- No, it's a great game.

And I'm not leaving
even if you kill me.

Very well then,
but hurry up.

I think you're an exceptional woman,
capable of working miracles.

Would you mind closing the door?

- Who are you?
- Shut up!

What do you want?
This is a mistake.

No mistake, buddy.

- That's for the girl.
- If it's about Barbara...

What are you offering me?
That idiot for your life?

Dirty bastard!

Stop!

Don't be a fool.

You, too.
Now tell me why you wanted to kill me?

Are you destroying my bathroom?

What's wrong?

What happened?

- I killed a man.
- Come on, you're kidding.

I'm not kidding.

He attacked me and it went off.

I don't know,
maybe he wanted...

Have a look at him.

You might know him...
Who he was!

No, I can't.

I'm scared.
Let's call the police.

It's hard to explain.
They won't believe me.

We'll work out exactly what to say.

I'm not calling the police,
I'm calling my brother.

Listen to me, don't call
the police or your brother.

It's better you don't call
anyone for now.

Let's get out of here, we have to think
this through before we do anything.

- You want to run?
- Yes, before they find us here.

We need an alibi, you said so
yourself, it's hard to explain.

Hurry UP-

Let's try to avoid a scene.

This isn't the place for it.

- Let's go inside.
- What do you want?

- I want you to come with me.
- You have no right.

You've had your fun.
Now, get in the car.

- Where are you taking her?
- To get a drink, join us.

We owe you an explanation after
everything that's happened.

Don't you agree?

You do realise it's just
a foolish, pointless, game.

- What do you hope to obtain?
- You.

Don't look so down.

You look like someone's just died.

- What do you mean?
- Exactly what I said.

Why did you follow us?
It was you...

Let's try to behave like
civilized people.

You'll come to Monte Carlo
with me tomorrow morning.

A holiday will do you good.

My chain!
I must have left it there.

Well, what do you say?

You leave with me,
and Christian can get lost.

It's the only way to avoid
any more trouble.

Good, good.

He isn't as careless as he looks.

- What is it?
- A plastic doll, it was tied to a tree.

- With a knife stuck into it.
- Really?

It's Christian.
ls my brother still there?

At this hour?
No, it's just me, the caretaker.

Try tomorrow morning.

- What are you doing here?
- I ran away, I hitched a ride.

I wanted to meet at you at
the motel then I saw your car.

Did you manage to get your chain?

The body...
That man's body has vanished.

- Vanished!
- That's impossible, are you sure?

The gun's gone as well.
There was only the blood.

That means you didn't kill him,
he was just wounded.

- Or someone moved the body.
- You mean an accomplice?

I don't know, it's all so absurd,
and this is getting dangerous.

Maybe he was looking for someone else.
It was a misunderstanding,

- It doesn't change anything.
- Alex could have sent him.

That's why he was waiting outside.

Stay out of this.
Go.

Don't worry, anyway
I'm in this up to my neck.

Besides, even if it hadn't happened
in my room I'd still help you.

You don't get it, if he's just
wounded he'll try again.

And what if he's dead,
and he had an accomplice?

That would be even worse, you'll
have a complete stranger after you.

- No, I can't leave you.
- Please.

We need to buy some time,
hide, but where?

A friend of mine owns an old
tower not far from here.

She's a painter, she left for Rio
two weeks ago, it's empty.

- Can you get the keys?
- No, but it won't be hard to get in.

I'll say it one last time,
save yourself.

We'll get through it together,
I promise.

Quiet!
Someone might hear us.

Don't be so nervous.
I'm telling you it's empty.

I don't like this place.
I don't know why but it scares me.

- Let's go back.
- Don't be so childish.

Have you got a jack?

Don't worry,
we'll pay her back.

- You said your friend's a painter.
- Yes, why?

I don't know,
it seems so normal.

At least there's some scotch.

- Someone's been here recently.
- Probably the caretaker.

He comes to check if everything's
okay every now and then.

We shouldn't answer it.

Let's go and have a look.

Raptors are one of
Angelita's many hobbies.

We'd better disconnect the phone.

Anyway, no-one will look for us here.

Yes, coming.

- What is it?
- Look.

- He's watching us.
- He can't have seen us arrive.

The car's parked on the other side.

I'm telling you he's watching us.

- Satisfied?
- I don't know what to say.

I'm sure it's just a coincidence.
Let's try to remain calm.

Trust me, we're safe here.

He's probably a tourist
admiring the tower.

He was passing by and he
stopped to have a look.

He was watching us.
I'm sure of it.

It's pointless, I tried everywhere.
They must have cut the power.

We can't stay in the dark.

There must be a fuse box
somewhere, but where?

- Have you checked the garage?
- No, you might be right.

I'll be right back.

Wait, I'd better come with you.

Look!

- I'm scared!
- Stop it, it was the wind.

Stay where you are.

Who are you?

- What are you doing here?
- I'll ask you, before I call the police.

- We're at home.
- No, it's not true, it isn't yours.

Indeed, but I live here.
I rented it about a month ago.

- Isn't that right, Clorinda?
- Yes, of course.

My name's Malcolm.

I'm treating you like guests rather
than intruders, strange, isn't it?

You look rather scared, what is it?
Were you about to commit a crime?

Why didn't you tell me
you knew the owner?

- What did you say your name was?
- Barbara.

I love these places.

It may sound absurd,
but I'd like to die here.

Far from the chaos of the world.

If death is the continuation of life,
what better place than here?

Why do you keep talking
about death?

Forgive me, it's because of
what happened last night.

Clorinda and I were with an
old friend from the police.

They called him to a motel
about 20 km from here.

We went with him.

You wouldn't believe what we saw.

I killed him!

I killed that man in the motel.

He attacked me, I disarmed
him and it went off.

Sure, sure.

Is it true?

Yes, but don't ask me who
he was and why he was there.

- I don't know anything.
- But you were together.

- You're quite sure you killed him?
- Yes, I fired a round.

I watched him fall,
and I saw the blood.

It sounds like a dumb joke.

- Joke?
- Nobody was murdered at the motel.

I was talking about a sex doll.
Very similar to a woman.

They found it in the woods near the
motorway with a knife in its throat.

But I shot a man
in Barbara's bathroom!

- It's the truth, I saw the gun.
- As he shot him?

- No, but straight after.
- And the body in the bathroom.

Did you see it?

No.

I didn't see the body, but I saw
Christian when he came out.

It isn't there anymore, I went
back an hour later and it was gone!

Strange hallucinations aren't uncommon.

- Are you feeling better now?
- Yes.

I suggest we all try to keep calm.

Christian should try to
locate his brother.

No, not now.
I want to get to the bottom of this.

- Do you know a guy called Alex?
- Who's he?

It doesn't matter.

We should get out of here.
Just pretend you haven't seen us.

It isn't a solution.
You're here and I've seen you.

Then turn me in.

Call your policeman friend
and turn me in.

And join you in an asylum?
Don't talk nonsense.

You do realise your victim
has disappeared.

That you're accusing yourself of
a murder that never took place.

Or at least there's certainly
no trace of it.

L..-

Excuse me, but I feel like I'm
going out of my mind.

I have to defend myself.
I have to know!

Let him go.

He'll be back.

What do you want?
Why are you following me?

I'm not following you, I'm going
to the lighthouse to see a friend.

If you're looking for the Tucania,
it left for Monte Carlo this morning.

Where have you been?

At the port.

- What's going on?
- Calm down.

The generator must have broken
down, it happens a lot here.

I've had enough, there must be
a way to get the lights working.

Quiet.
Did you hear that?

The ghosts in the old tower.

Stop it.

It's nothing, it's just the
rats down below.

- Perhaps it's better if...
- I'll have a look, don't worry.

In the meantime, have a drink.

We have a terrible habit of leaving
the doors open at night.

That's all we need.

- Someone might have found us.
- That's impossible.

Well?

I'm sorry, it's broken and there's
nothing we can do until the morning.

Listen, I know you.
Where have we met?

Christian, we can still leave.

I'm too tired,
we'll leave in the morning.

As you wish.

This is your room.
I hope it's to your liking.

The bed is upstairs.

The key to your room.
You can go down when you like.

Where did you go earlier?
To look for Alex?

- Yes.
- Are you sure we can trust Malcolm?

I don't know.

I don't understand you anymore.
I don't understand any of this.

You're right.

I'm sorry, Barbara,
for everything.

Stop!
I can't take it anymore!

I'm falling to pieces.

I'm sorry about earlier.

That old man,
and that woman...

I can't quite figure them out.

To be fair, I doubt we seem
very normal to them either.

I still don't like them.
I don't know why.

That's why I wanted to leave.

All night you've been behaving like
you've got something to tell me...

and you pull back.

You're the one who won't say
what you're really thinking.

There's something about Clorinda.
I get the impression that...

What do you mean?

I don't know.

The way you looked at her,
it's like you knew each other.

You've met before.
Perhaps I'm mistaken.

It's starting to get to me as well.

Listen.

- I need you.
- Please go.

In this stupid mess something very
special has happened to me.

Something that doesn't
happen every day.

I met a woman like you.

A real woman.

- Do you believe me?
- Of course I believe you.

But I can't help you.

You can only rely on yourself.

Besides, you hardly know
anything about me.

Please.
Go now.

I'm not a strong woman, Christian.

Well?
There isn't much time left.

No, it's a mistake,
and it's dangerous involving her.

Don't push it.

- Are you regretting it?
- No, that isn't the point.

I'm starting to get scared.

Who are you scared of?

- You know what can happen.
- What's going to happen?

It's all been worked out.
We're not in any danger.

A dream.
Hallucinations aren't uncommon.

But I'm real.

But you...

Yes.

Now I remember.
I'm certain.

Your name wasn't Clorinda,
it was...

Perhaps I resemble someone.

You must remember, my brother,
we were together two years ago...

Me and Fritz!

I don't know what you're talking
about, but it doesn't matter.

You really are strange.
I've been watching you all night.

I'm not strange, it's you.
All of you, that...

What?

- Nothing.
- Explain yourself.

Why did you come here alone?
What do you want?

Just to tell me you don't know me.

I'll tell you that I live in
this tower, that I love flowers...

and I let my hair down at night.

- There's nothing wrong.
- Listen, you know all about Malcolm.

Yes, of course,
but why talk about him now?

Let's not complicate things.
I'm here to help you.

There, look!

- Malcolm's with a man.
- I don't see anyone.

It's him, I tell you.
Down there, by the rocks.

Yes.

I remember.

He was there as well.
At the funeral.

Malcolm never leaves the
tower without me.

Who are you?
What do you want from me?

You're hurting me.

Go away.

Wait.

You'd better stay, I don't care
if you're working with them.

Let go of me!

I don't want to.
Let me go, please.

Please, let me go.

Please.

- What's wrong?
- Where's Barbara?

I couldn't stop her.
I believe she's gone to the village.

Without telling me?

She's got her problems
and you've got yours.

Listen to me, forget about
Barbara and think about yourself.

- Go away.
- I'm living in some kind of nightmare.

And you're part of it.

If you really want to escape this
nightmare you've got to disappear.

At least for a few days.

That's what you must do.
It's the only sensible thing.

Okay, but first I've got to find
Barbara, and I'll take her away.

Excuse me, Christian,
but tell me...

Don't you trust her,
or do you need her?

Hold on.

I think I remember you now, Malcolm.

It's like my memory suddenly
came back last night.

You see, I'm just a crazy
old man who wants to help you.

- That's all you need to know about me.
- Crazy?

But why? Do you need to be
crazy to want to help me?

Have you tried calling
your brother again?

No.

No, you see...

I want to try and deal with this alone,
for the first time in my life...

- without my brother's help.
- Good.

No, I'm scared of what's happening.

Fritz has always understood me.
He's always helped me, but this time...

When I saw you last night my
memory started to come back as well.

The violent and mysterious death
of a noted industrialist.

The investigation that followed...

and the two young children,
spectators of that tragic episode.

Yes, I know.
I know you're part of this.

I have to go now.

One of the boys was called Fritz,
the other one, Christian.

I was a newspaper editor at the time...

and the thing that struck me
about that strange incident...

was the expression on a boy's face.

That boy was you, and I saw that
expression again on your face.

Identical, after so many years.

But I loved my father.

When he died only me
and my brother were left.

It was horrible, far worse
than anyone could imagine.

Is that you?

Yes, of course I'm alone.

Listen, why didn't you
tell me everything?

What do you mean there's
nothing to explain?

Something came up.
He wouldn't leave me and...

It's pointless, it's locked.

What are you doing here?
Tell me where you've taken Barbara.

Nowhere, I'm looking for her as well.

I was wrong the other night.
I shouldn't have let her go.

Listen, Barbara means a lotto me.
I've no intention of letting her go.

You sent that man.

What man?
I don't know what you're talking about.

But I know Barbara's in
a lot of danger with you.

I'll take her away from here.
I won't let you hurt her!

Enough!

- It's for her to decide.
- She probably already has.

Go back to your brother, today.
It's the only sensible solution.

Or it will only get worse.

She's got her problems
and you've got yours.

Listen to me, forget about Barbara.

You can only rely on yourself.

Don't you trust her,
or do you need her?

Where are you?

They can't.
She has nothing to do with this.

Was Barbara in that car?
What happened?

Malcolm, I want...

Careful, I'm not using
blanks this time.

How's that possible?

You and Malcolm have
complicated things.

- Too bad for you.
- What have you done to Barbara?

I don't kill women.

I only killed the old man,
if that's what you want to know.

Now try to behave.
Do as I say.

Get in the car.

Start the engine.

Turn here.

Careful.

Pull up to the edge.

Closer.

Those fools thought scaring
you would be enough.

- Who?
- The orders have changed now.

Get ready for a flying lesson.

That's enough.
Put it in neutral.

- Has my brother called?
- No, do you want me to find him?

No, thanks,
it doesn't matter.

You messed it all up, Luca!

The fact is, your plan
didn't work, Fritz.

Ask her how things were going.

I don't want to know
anything any more!

That's what I say as well.

All you need to know is your
brother died in an accident.

And you're responsible.

We were just meant to help him.

Instead it's turned into a dirty game.

Believe me, it's better this way.
It simplifies things.

- Do you want a bonus?
- No, there's no need.

After all, I did it as a friend.

Of course.

As for you, please,
no needless hysterics.

But you assured me it was all a
plan to get him into a clinic.

To force him to get help.

And I believed you.

I thought it was for his own good.

- Indeed.
- He took me to that quarry...

assuring me Christian was there.

And he was!
But in a burning car, dead!

- Stop it!
- If you'd done your job properly.

Yes, you and that fool, Malcolm,
and that other one.

No-one did what they had to do.

You didn't send him into
a panic, as planned...

Instead, that fool turned
the tables on you.

- And if it hadn't been for Torres.
- Speaking of which, where is Torres?

I told him to disappear after
the accident, as you requested.

He took your money and he
won't talk, don't worry.

Coward!

Then you were in on it as well.

You wanted to kill him.

You go, she's staying.
I still need to talk to her.

Listen to me, it was an accident,
just like he said.

It's pointless complaining.

- Your friend, what was his name?
- Alex.

He doesn't know anything.
Leave him alone.

Leave with him, right away.

Take it.
You'll need it.

I owe you, after all.

You think of something
to say to your friend.

I can't believe you, Fritz.
You had your brother killed.

I had no other choice.

If you fell in love him,
believe me, it's better this way.

- What do you mean? Out with it!
- Christian was insane!

Insane!

I did everything I could to
help him but it was pointless.

That's a lie.

I knew him, you can't say
that to me, I want the truth.

You wanted him out of the way.
Either in an asylum or some other way.

Anything to have complete
control of your damned factory!

Shut up!
I tell you he was insane and dangerous.

Yes, he always had been.

My only mistake was
letting him free...

and not forcing him to
get help immediately.

- Don't you get it?
- You're the lunatic, Fritz!

The real lunatic.

Go, now.
Go away.

Disappear,
and forget about all of this.

Don't force me to...

I won't say a word.
It's pointless.

Nothing can bring him back now.

Put them with his belongings.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bauman,
but it is necessary.

Can you tell me if you
recognise these things.

Yes, they're his.
It's him.

I found them in his left hand.

The accident which killed
the young industrialist...

happened near a stone quarry...

It wasn't him!
I'm sure of it.

Don't you get it?
He killed Torres.

And now he's convinced
we think he's dead.

If that's the case,
we've got to stop him.

I promise that...
Just give me some time.

Enough, Luca, you've made
too many mistakes.

I'll deal with it.
This time I have to do it alone.

Franca!
Come here, warm yourself up.

Where's Nadia?

She was here a minute ago.

She probably found a customer.

I hate this place.

- What shall we do?
- Let's get out of here.

- Want a ride?
- Yes, thanks.

You look like death warmed up.
What's wrong?

Lost your voice?

No, in fact you've been very kind.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

- It's still early.
- That's what I think as well.

Listen, I say we go somewhere
quiet and get a hot drink.

There's a motel near here.

A motel?
Why there?

It's a place like any other.

Are you okay?

Stop.

I'll get out here.
I've arrived, thanks.

I should leave you out all night.
You'd deserve it, naughty!

You frightened me.
What do you want?

To talk.
It's important.

- Am I disturbing you?
- Not at all.

You're lucky you found me.

I thought you'd ran off with Barbara,
or has she ditched you as well?

Forget about Barbara.

I didn't come here to talk about her.

Go on, I'm listening.

It's difficult for me,
I don't how to explain it...

So many crazy things have
happened in these last two days.

They put me in a dangerous situation.
It's an unbelievable puzzle.

First, that killer,
then Malcolm, Clorinda...

Listen, will you calm down?
Puzzles aren't my thing.

But you can help me.
Do you know my brother?

I've met him a couple of times.
The last time was at an art exhibition.

You know your brother's very strange,
he makes you feel so uncomfortable.

Do you think he's capable
of hurting someone?

- Me, for example?
- I don't know, he's your brother.

Yes, we grew up together.
We loved each other.

I did, at least.

Do me a favour, call him.

He should still be in his office.

Excuse me, I saw the light on.

- I'm sorry about what happened.
- Thank you.

I need to be alone.

- Go home, and don't lock the door.
- You want me to go?

Don't worry, go.
Leave it open, I'm expecting someone.

You've done a perfect job.
I was right to admire you.

I'm sorry to interrupt you
but it really is me.

- Surprised?
- I knew you'd be back.

Perhaps also because that charred
corpse felt so alien to me.

It didn't stir any emotions in me.
No feelings.

I understand you, Fritz.

Some problems need to resolved.
Our father, me.

Problems need to be resolved,
isn't that right?

Please, don't talk about our father.

You always thought I was
responsible for our father's death.

And you almost convinced me.

The inquest determined that
he took his own life.

It's over.
There's nothing more I can do for you.

Clorinda!

I told you,
there's no need to explain.

Christian's death has
obviously affected you.

Such a horrendous, foolish, death.

Try to snap out of it.
Let me help you.

If it wasn't for you, I...
Excuse me.

I don't know what to do.

- I can't believe he's dead.
- Calm down.

We have to get away from here.

Yes, you're right.

I'll pass by my hotel.
The tickets should be there.

Wait for me.
I won't be long.

Or would you rather come with me?

No, I'd better not.
I don't want to see anyone.

Please hurry.

Sure.

It isn't possible!

- You're alive!
- Yes.

Yes, I'm alive.
I'm here and I love you.

I have so much to tell you.
I want you to know.

- It's me who should...
- I know everything.

I love you.

- Alex will be back any minute.
- Who cares?

Let's go away together.
Wherever you want.

Yes, the two of us.
Sure!

Darling.

No, not you.

Shoot

Shoot me.

According to our archives it appears
your grandfather, Willie Bauman...

died in this clinic on March 2, 1943.

This confirms our diagnosis.

Your brother Christian's
illness is hereditary.

It's necessary he's treated before
it degenerates into a homicidal mania.

No later than next September.

Otherwise...

Yes, it's me.

Near the motel.
Are you sure?

I'll be there in half an hour,
thank you.

Your brother Christian's
illness is hereditary.

The illness is hereditary.

Hereditary.