All language subtitles for The.Forbidden.Photos.of.a.Lady.Above.Suspicion.1970.720p.BluRay.x264-GHOULS-HI

(♪ Italian song plays)

'I'm going to give up cigarettes today,
and I'm gonna stop drinking.

'And I'm not going to take
any more of those tranquilizers!

'Anyway, they say it's bad for you
to take them if you drink.

'Hmm!
That would make Peter happy.

'I know what I'm going to do tonight.
I'm going to eat out.

'And I'll phone you and say that
I've been invited out by... by a friend.

'Dominique is right -
I dress too much like a housewife.

'Maybe I should loosen this a little.

'The way you like it.

'When you return tomorrow night,
I won't let you make love to me right away.

'I'll say that I've fallen in love
with another man,

'and that we have to get a divorce.

'But we can still be friends.

'Then after you make a terrible scene...

'Hmm...

'That's absolutely my very last,
I swear it.'

(Engine revving)

(Motorbike approaching)

(Tires screeching)

What do you want here?

You.

(Gasps)

(Gasps)

- (Laughs)
- Who are you? What do you want?

Go away!
Leave me alone.

It's no use, Minou,
you can't escape from me.

No, I'm not going to use force with you.

I want you to beg me.

I want you to plead for my kisses.

Plead!

And you will.

I know you!

- No!
- (Chuckles)

Know what your husband's been up to
while he's been away?

I bet you don't!

What's my husband got to do with you?

Don't torment me!
I haven't done you any harm.

Peter is a fraud.

What if I told you he's a murderer?

(Minou whimpers)

Well, you can go.

For now.

(Motorbike engine starts)

No, dear,
I'll wait here in the bar.

Yes, Peter, please be quick.

Could I have a small brandy, please?

Could you pour another one?

Bring me a beer.

Sit down.

Minou!

Peter!

Oh, my darling!

- Thank God you're here.
- What's wrong?

And when I fell back,
he pinned me down.

I thought he'd kill me.

- Then, all of a sudden, he let me go.
- Yes, but he actually didn't do anything.

He just held you down
and he threatened you.

It was probably some kind of a prank.

But look at what he did to my dress!

That was no prank!
He's a maniac.

I was so afraid.

He said... He said that...

Oh, Peter!

He could have done anything he wanted.

But he just went away.

Why would he do that?

But you should've phoned
the police at once.

In fact, we should call them now.

No, the police
just make you fill in forms.

Alright.
It's up to you, Minou.

But we must get straight back home.

While you're packing,
I have to place a call to Munich.

See you downstairs.

- Peter?
- Yes, dear?

Are you cross with me
for getting you up here?

My dear, of course not.

It's just that I had planned
to come up tomorrow morning,

so I cancelled all the business appointments
I had for today.

And you have a run-in with a sex killer.

Hmm!

- You back on them?
- No, it's an old bottle.

An old bottle, eh?

- Let's move.
- Sure.

(Door opens)

Peter?

Yes?

If that man... I mean,
well, if he really had done anything,

would you still love me?

Well, that problem might arise if you
came along and told me you had a lover,

but not like this.

Why on earth should I love you less
because of a sex fiend?

I know I'd still love you.

Even if I was raped by an Amazon?

Peter, I wish you wouldn't
joke about this.

Now I know how much your love
means to me.

Better late than never.

(Engine starts)

(♪ Disco music plays)

Hi!

That was Peter who phoned.

- Peter will get here later.
- Eh?

I just spoke to Peter.
He said he'll get here later.

Same old story.
I might've known it.

- It's not his fault!
- Eh?

Don't let it bother you.

- How about a dance?
- Swell.

It's a new place.
I think you'll like it.

Yes, it's nice. Ah!

Oh, look who's here!

Uh?
Who's she?

It's Minou, you must meet her,
she's one of my dearest friends.

I'll join you later.

Come with me.

(Laughs)

- And who's the most beautiful girl at the ball?
- You. You.

George, you know Dominique?
She's an old friend.

- Glad to know you.
- Hi!

- Alex, Minou, George...
- Come on, dance.

May I?

(♪ Music over dialogue)

(Laughs) Then let's have a game,
a hundred a throw.

Uh. Oh...

- Two hundred.
- I'll call.

Poor dear! Now don't do anything stupid
like Jean Dubois.

Dubois? Jean Dubois?

- What did he do?
- He killed himself.

He was found drowned in the river.
He fell off a bridge.

'Your Peter is a fraud.

'What if I told you he's a murderer?'

Hey, Minou! Wake up!
Suicide, maybe murder.

He certainly had
plenty of enemies, they say.

No, Dubois must have suffered
from some disease,

but let's talk about something
more cheerful, huh?

- Far be it from me to disagree.
- Hi!

Let's dance.

FINANCIER JEAN DUBOIS
FOUND DEAD IN HIS BED

"The autopsy revealed
that death was due to an embolism

"commonly called the bends,

"a condition which is generally caused

"when a prolonged deep immersion
is followed by rapid surfacing

"without allowing sufficient time
for decompression.

"The doctors have been unable to explain
how this occurred in the victim."

'Prolonged deep immersion,

'followed by rapid surfacing.

'The doctors have been unable to explain
how this occurred in the victim.'

(Minou chuckles)

Hey!

'Prolonged deep immersion,

'followed by rapid surfacing,

'The doctors have been unable to explain
how this occurred in the victim.'

So you've read about Dubois.

In this case, an ill wind blows good.
I owed Jean a lot of money.

You have to pay it anyhow, don't you?
To his heirs or estate?

Naturally I do.

There's no way out of it.

But I'll find a way
to delay them if possible.

- Peter...
- What?

If there's anything that's worrying you,
will you tell me?

No, there's nothing
that need concern you.

Oh, I forgot to tell you,
I won't be home for dinner.

I have to work at the office.

Oh, Peter, why can't we be together
more often?

Just give me a little more time.
I'll make it up to you.

I promise!

Alright!

I guess I'll call on Dominique.

Suppose I get jealous!

Do you think Dominique likes girls?

Certainly no one knows Dominique
better than you.

I'm sure you know everything
she's capable of.

You two were very intimate
before I came along, isn't that right?

Don't be bitchy, dear.

Order of the day.

At your service, sir.

Seventeen hundred hours,
terminate visit with Dominique,

proceed to my office
for meeting with Police Commissioner.

No, Minou, I'll be late. Please.

Yes, my love. Late.

Yes, fine.

That might be alright.

Er, if that countess calls up again,

say that her apartment
will be finished next week,

and I would ask her for a check.

Yes?
Photographer?

No, say I'll think it over.

Let's get another offer.

Eh? Yes!

- (Ship horn blares)
- (Dominique) Oh, darling, relax.

Is it still bothering you?

Aren't you being a bit stupid about it?

What I mean is,
try to look on the bright side.

Evidently you must be bursting
with sex appeal.

But you did keep your honor,
whatever that gets you.

(Sighs) I'd have adored being violated.

What else did he do?

He sort of said that he knew
something very bad about Peter.

Oh, I hope you didn't take that seriously.

What possible secrets
could Peter be hiding from you?

- But have you seen this man again?
- Mm-mmh.

Then stop worrying about him.

And my advice is to tell Peter nothing,
or he'll start wondering what you were up to.

I guess you're right,
and I'm much too gullible.

Let's go to my place.
I want to show you something.

(Chuckles)

(Ship horn blares)

Thank you, madam.

(♪ Italian song plays)

- How do you like that pose?
- Mmm, busty. Who took them?

A photographer.
You don't know him.

He certainly knows
how to use his equipment.

I met him last week.
He's real wild.

- But what if he sold them?
- That'd be great. What publicity!

Can't you just see the line-up?

I'll turn on the light.
Want a drink?

Mmh, love one.

- How about you?
- No, thanks.

If it doesn't shock you, I want to show you
something even more interesting.

Wanna see?

- Are they pornographic photos?
- Yes, but good ones.

Quality is important in every profession.

Here's one.

(Chuckles)

Ooh, look at this one.

I'll bet you'll dream about him.

(Chuckles) I didn't know
you liked this kind of thing.

Oh, I'm ready for anything
with the right person.

Do you mind
my asking you a question?

Go ahead.

You and Peter, I mean,

when you introduced me to him,
you two were very friendly, weren't you?

But how friendly?

Want me to go into details?

I'm sorry.

(Chuckles) It's past history,
and besides he was never my type.

Oh, probably I was to blame.

I believe in plenty of variety.

(Chuckles)

Do you like that one?
I don't think much of it.

But how did you get this one?

Like all the others.
I wrote to Copenhagen.

They're on sale there publicly.

Do you mind if I borrow it?

But it's yours, take it.
I see you like it.

But in spite of all our efforts,

this sort of thing
is always happening.

Sex offences!

You were very intelligent
to play along like that,

otherwise it might have been dangerous.

I don't believe there's anything for you
to get upset about.

In general, they don't come back
a second time,

but if he should,

don't hesitate to phone.
Call me at once.

I hope that won't be necessary.

We're always happy to be of service.

Well, sorry, but I must be off.

- So long, Peter.
- So long.

- I hear you work on something interesting.
- Yes.

- I'm sure it'll be something very big.
- Well, I hope so!

- Minou.
- Goodbye.

- I'll show you out.
- Thanks.

- I haven't seen you at the club lately.
- Yes, I've been very busy.

Let's get together as soon as possible,
shall we?

By all means.

(Sighs)

Alice?

Is George back yet?

Tell him to come in here right away.

- Why are you so nervous?
- Forgive me.

Tell me what you're worried about.

I'm your wife.
I have a right to know about it.

But I told you, Minou,
we've got a lot of problems.

Development costs have skyrocketed,

and we're a couple of months away
from production still,

- but they keep pressing us.
- Who?

Creditors,
everybody who's financed us.

People like Dubois?

Really, Minou, I wish you'd explain
why Dubois' name keeps popping up

every time we have a serious talk.

Because he's dead.

Then let's forget Mr. Dubois
and think about ourselves for a change.

Here, look at this.

These are the plans
for the new counter-pressure gauge.

It'll revolutionize skin-diving
if we can just finish developing it.

- Excuse me, Peter. Hi, Minou.
- Hi.

That man's here,
the one about the interest.

He won't take no for an answer
without speaking personally to you.

- Mm-mmm. Tomorrow.
- OK.

Excuse me, darling.

I'll get home early.

We'll go out for dinner,
just the two of us.

- Alright?
- Yes.

- Show Minou out.
- I'll be glad to.

Mmm.

Get me Dominique Huber.

I don't know how to explain it.

It's just that he always seems
so worried, so troubled.

You know how it is, Minou.
This is a difficult period for us.

Yes, I know.
Peter mentioned that already.

If that poor man Dubois
hadn't committed suicide,

there wouldn't be all this trouble.

I shouldn't say this,
but the death of Dubois saved our skins.

Dubois was a real loan shark.

- Excuse me, would you sign this?
- Just a moment.

What's that in there?

The new decompression chamber.

Go on in.
You can watch, they're testing.

I'll join you.

And here, sir.

- Good afternoon.
- Hello.

- What's he at?
- 15.0.

Leave him there.

Inside there's
fifteen atmospheres of pressure.

Look.

It's as though that man was in water
a hundred and fifty meters deep.

'Your Peter is a fraud.

'What if I told you...

'he's a murderer?'

- It's very dangerous for a man at that depth.
- Why?

To bring a diver back
into normal atmospheric pressure,

he needs long stops
at intermediate pressures.

Very time consuming.

What do you mean?

If he didn't, he'd be dead
in a matter of minutes from the bends,

a kind of embolism.

(Gentle moaning)

I love you, darling.

I love you, too, Peter.

Though why don't you confide in me?

You're so distant, preoccupied.

You know that whatever you do,
my darling, Peter,

I'll always be with you.

Peter?

Yeah?

- I wanted to ask you...
- Hmm?

- While I was at the beach...
- (Phone rings)

(Sighs)

But who'd be ringing at two o'clock?

- Well, we'll see.
- Yeah.

- (Clears throat) Hello?
- (Villain) 'Hello Minou, remember me?

'Now you know
whom your husband murdered.

'You do know, don't you?

'Or do you still have doubts?'

You stop this or I'll bring in the police,
you hear?

'I wouldn't advise that,

'otherwise I might let them
hear this recording.'

(Peter) 'I guess we can take him
out of the decompression chamber now.

'Look his face is turning blue.

'Are you sure
no one will suspect anything?'

(George) 'Don't worry,
it'll look like a normal drowning.

'They'll think it was suicide.

'Who cares?'

(Villain) 'And if you don't keep
that appointment tomorrow,

'I'll send the recording to the police.

'You recognized Peter's voice.
It's up to you.

'You'll enjoy it.'

Sure, OK, Dominique.
I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight.

- So that's who it was, Dominique.
- Yes, she... you know her memory.

You see, she promised to call
and just thought of it now.

She'll never change.
She's hopeless.

And now we're wide awake.
How about a drink?

Alright.

(Villain) 'If you don't keep
that appointment tomorrow,

'I'll send the recording to the police.'

How much?

Oh, how much do you think?

In other words,
how much will you give me?

(Peter) 'I guess we can take him
out of the decompression chamber now.'

This recorder belonged to Dubois.
He used it to record his business meetings.

I'm sure he never thought
it would record his murder.

(Peter) 'They'll think it was suicide.
Who cares?'

Give me that recording.

I've brought a thousand dollars.

Mm-mmm. (Chuckles)

Where did you get it?

It just came into my possession.

Sit down.

Sit down!

No!

Hmm... hm!

Do you expect to buy me
with your paper dollars?

You don't know me, Minou.

You must surrender your mind...
and your body.

- I think you're mad!
- Hmm. (Chuckles)

When I make up my mind,
I don't hesitate.

Remember that.

Your husband's not mad,
but he murdered a man he owed money to,

and you're quite sane, yet you come here
to give me your money to protect a killer.

Both of you think
that your money can buy anything.

You're worse than animals!

And yet you call me mad.

Let go of me!
Open that door!

But suppose you do leave.

Then your husband
would go to prison.

Don't worry, you'll enjoy the experience
a lot more than you imagine.

Alright, I'm here.

OK, come on,
do what you want.

Come on, what's the matter?

Isn't this what you asked for?

What's wrong?
Did you hear me?

I said I was ready.

No, not like that, Minou.

You have to beg me,
to plead for love.

You have to long for me with passion.

You must suffer and be my slave.

Undo your belt.

Undo your belt!

And take off your coat.

On your knees!

Right down!

Undress!

Giovanni?

Is my wife there yet?

No, don't bother!

You don't have to tell her
that I called.

Peter, what is it?

What's wrong?
Is something the matter?

Nerves, I guess.

So far I've held up, but...

I don't know
how long I can go on like this.

We've surmounted
bigger obstacles than this.

Mmm.

Skip it, what are you doing?

The Dubois account.

This morning we had a letter
from the lawyers for the estate.

They're just as bad as Dubois.

Why don't you ask them
for a postponement?

I'm sure our lawyers
could stall them for a while.

Don't waste your breath.

Tell them that we'll pay them.

- Right.
- (Phone buzzes)

Yes?

Ah, yes, I'll come right out.

- George?
- Hmm?

- Leave the ledger here.
- Mm-hmm!

Here, Minou. You deserve it.

I must say your performance
has been more than I expected.

- (Peter) Hello, darling!
- Oh, hi!

- Well, dear, what did you do?
- Er... I was out with Dominique.

(♪ Music starts playing)

Hello, Minou.

Dominique...

Well, Peter, it looks like I win.

I knew Minou would make up
some story.

Never mind.

You see, I've been helping Minou
prepare you a surprise.

We had an appointment,
and I missed it.

But we don't want to say anything more,
right, dear?

No, no.

And what's more,
we all need a few secrets to keep happy.

- (Butler) Excuse me, sir.
- Excuse me.

They just sent this over from your office.

Oh, fine.

- Get me the telephone, please.
- Yes, sir.

- Thanks, Dominique.
- What for?

What happened anyhow?
You seem to have been in a roughhouse.

Dominique, if I told you,
you wouldn't believe it.

Tell me everything tomorrow,
but you better go up and change.

- Peter can talk to me.
- Thanks.

(Villain) 'If you did leave,
your husband would go to prison.

'You have to beg me, to plead for love.

'You have to long for me.
With passion.

'You must suffer.

'And be my slave.

'Get undressed.'

Do you remember when we went
to the beach last summer?

I sure do.
How could I forget it?

- Tell me the truth, did you enjoy yourself?
- Mm-hmm!

Glad you did. For me, I think it was
the worst summer I ever had.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

It wasn't that bad.

You were good company, but I, er...

You know, I spent $6,000
just to fix my boat?

Oh, really?
You're exaggerating.

You know what they say of this stuff?

It's good for falling arches,
falling hair, freckles,

and deficiencies of all sorts.

(Dominique) You must be kidding.

No, I'm serious. You know,
they use it for curing a wealth of ailments.

It's fantastic.

Yes.

(Conversation continues indistinctly)

(♪ Music over dialogue)

(Minou) No!

No! Oh!

Oh!

- Minou!
- Oh!

Minou!

Minou!
What is it, dear?

What's wrong, Minou?

What's worrying you, Minou?
Tell me!

Nothing! Nothing!

Nothing!

Oh, Peter, don't leave me!

Don't ever leave me!

Don't leave me, Peter.

No, she isn't up yet,
and I've been ordered not to disturb her.

Yes, but this is very important.

- No, I'll close it.
- Yes, sir.

They're well-made photographs,
I would say.

It's my profession.

Get out of this house.

You're my slave
and you'll obey my orders.

Unless you'd prefer your husband to receive
copies of those delightful photographs?

He'd be thrilled by your expression
when you're kissing me on...

You brute, you're vile!

You dirty, filthy coward!

And when my husband hears everything
that you've done, he'll kill you.

Huh! Husbands don't like wives
who think them capable of murder

and spend the day
hopping into a bed with me.

Could you possibly have believed
that your Peter was a murderer?

I'm surprised at you.

It was simply a matter
of imitating his voice.

(Chuckles)

Of course he didn't kill Dubois.

I made up the whole story.

You must be lying.

You couldn't have!

I know his voice.

But why get so upset, my dear?

Aren't you glad to know?

You thought he was a murderer,
now you know that you were mistaken.

I expected you to be grateful.

You must have a reason
for doing what you did.

You are the reason.

(♪ Italian song plays)

(Phone buzzes)

Who's speaking?

But of course, no bother.

Who is it?

Yes, if you like. Now!

Minou.

She'd better not find you here.
Get dressed.

(Doorbell rings)

You can leave by the service door.

- I'll be waiting tonight. Bye.
- Bye.

(Doorbell keeps ringing)

- Minou! What is it?
- Dominique!

(Coughs)

So, for a quick bang with you
he made up all that!

Hmm!
He deserves something, I guess.

- Dominique, please!
- Sorry, darling!

You feel like you're burning.

I can still feel his hands on me.

I've washed myself a hundred times
and I still feel dirty.

But you did it for Peter.

You don't have to feel guilty about it.

I don't know anymore, I just don't.

I keep wondering
why I believed everything he said.

It worries me.

- Would you get me something to drink?
- Of course, dear.

Now get a hold of yourself.

You know what bothers you most?

You may have unconsciously wanted him.

It seems you had a lover
more enterprising than usual,

- and I presume you enjoyed it.
- I didn't enjoy it.

I didn't enjoy it!

Here, drink this.

Minou, there are two kinds of people
in the world.

The ones who look for protection

and the ones who want to give it.

You did the right thing
in telephoning me. Thank you.

I've always counted on Peter.

Completely.

He's been everything for me,
husband, father...

And now it's all changed.

I don't know what to do anymore.

Unless we can manage to buy him off,
it'd be better to tell Peter.

No, I don't want Peter to know
anything about it.

And I've already tried offering him money.
He threw it in my face.

He only wants to play
this dirty, crazy kind of game.

What did you offer?

- A thousand dollars.
- Is that all you have?

I don't know.

I suppose I could sell my jewels
for ten thousand.

OK, I'll double it.

Let's see if that interests your man.

I'll bet he'll be a lot more careful
where he throws that.

Everyone has his price.
Even a maniac.

Here.

No, no.
I just can't accept it.

You see, Peter's business
isn't going well.

I don't know when I could ever
pay you back.

I don't want you to pay it back.
It's a Christmas present.

Why do you want to do this,
Dominique?

Don't let it worry you, dear.
You already have enough problems.

Thank you.
Thank you, Dominique.

(Phone rings)

(♪ Music plays)

Come out!

(Gasps)

You enjoyed it so much,
you've come back for more.

Here's twenty thousand.

It's all yours.

I want those negatives,

and you must promise
to leave me alone forever.

But those pictures may not be for sale.

Where are the negatives?

You hoped to defeat me
with your money, didn't you?

You expected to make a fool of me.

Minou,

if somebody offered you a sum like that
to spend the night in bed with him,

you'd accept it?

What a bastard you are!

You mean you wouldn't...

be willing to do anything
he wanted to try?

Don't touch me!

- I hate you!
- Minou!

Would you have done it
for twenty thousand?

No, certainly not.

Well...

Why should I let you buy
your freedom back for that?

You got what you wanted once.

If you make me do that again,

first I'll kill you,
then I'll kill myself.

Do you remember
how our bodies locked together?

What passion you felt then?

Minou,

it was such a great pleasure
that now you've come back to pay me.

If anyone does, you'll pay for this.

Now take your money and leave.

You have three days
to think about it, my dear.

If you don't come back,
your husband gets a copy of each photo.

It may give him ideas,
when he sees what you can do.

Just three days,
remember, three days.

You pig!

(Chuckles)

No!

Here, a nice cup of tea.

And don't have
any more crazy ideas like that.

Why shouldn't your husband believe you?

How could I have believed
that he killed Dubois?

The same way I believed your blackmailer
would accept the money you offered.

Of course he might have accepted
and continued anyhow.

Who knows, perhaps he didn't think of it.
It's puzzling though.

He's crazy,
he doesn't think like other people.

There's no telling
what he's going to do next.

He's not stupid,
when he wants to lay a trap.

Anyway, it's time you told Peter.

How can I?

He's your husband, Minou.
I'm sure it'll be alright.

Stay with me when I tell him.

I'm frightened.

Alright, though you'd better tell him now.
Right away.

Call him at the office.

She thought like a woman.
You can't blame her for that.

Minou adores you, and that man found out
that he could count on it.

That's how he managed to frighten her.

All your wife wanted
was to save you from a blackmailer,

and if she did anything that she shouldn't,
she believed it was for you.

How could she believe it?

How could she believe I'm capable of killing
someone just to avoid paying off a loan?

Then to take it so seriously

to the point where she has to act
like a prostitute to destroy the proof?

You can't expect me to like it.

What have you got to say?

Yes, Peter. It's quite true.

I was stupid.

Only, Dominique is right - I loved you
even when I thought you were a murderer.

- But now it's all over.
- Minou!

You're being very silly.
Sit down.

Now we'll do things my way.

(Continues dialing)

Hello?

Give me the Commissioner, please.

It was here.

We're not supposed to,

but if there's any trouble,
we'll say that we found the door open.

You're quite sure
the apartment was this one?

Why, of course! I was here!

Yet it seems to have been empty
for years.

Better take her home.

I'll see what I can find out.

- Peter?
- Hmm?

You don't believe it's true.

- Yes, of course I do, but...
- But Peter, look!

Right here there was a huge divan
about this wide,

and in the corner there was a Chinese devil.
I know I couldn't be wrong.

And... and here there were
lots of small hands made of plaster,

sticking out, you see?

But Minou, now it's empty.
Are you quite sure?

Of course I'm sure, I told you,
there was a huge divan right here,

and a red Chinese devil in this corner,

and lots of small hands made of plaster
right there. I'll never forget it!

Yeah, sure,
but it sounds like a bad dream.

But Peter, please believe me,
you must believe me.

- I swear everything I tell you is true, I swear!
- I believe you.

Yes, now I'll take you back home.

Are you still taking those pills?

They're the only things
that keep me sane, Peter.

I think they're bad for you.

It's really my fault.

I've upset you with my business worries.

Peter, I wish it were a nightmare,
that I only dreamt it.

- You think I'm crazy?
- Of course not.

You're just a bit tired,
and it's time you got some rest.

You must have gotten
into the wrong apartment,

or perhaps it was the wrong building.

Peter, please, it was that one.

I can't explain what happened
to the furniture,

but it was there.

Never mind.
Now it's time for bed.

- Peter?
- What?

Do you love me still?

Of course.
This hasn't changed anything.

Thank you, that's the only thing
that really matters.

Mmh.

(Thunder rumbles)

Peter! Peter!
There's someone here.

- Oh, what?
- There's someone in the house.

In the house?

The lights don't work.

I guess one of the lines was down.

But I heard someone walking around
and then the light went out.

Uh... alright, my dear,
we'd better have a look.

Well, shall we make
a tour of the whole house?

The noises came from the studio.

Then I guess we'd better start there.

Peter, I'm frightened.

Take my hand.

Look at the floor!
Why, it's all wet!

Don't move!

(Laughs)

Do I deserve a drink after that fright?

You deserve it, I'll get it for you.

Peter! Peter!

Peter! That man.

- What is it, Minou?
- Look! There he is!

- He's there!
- A man?

- Now he's disappeared.
- Disappeared?

- I saw a man! The one!
- What man?

- But he's disappeared.
- But who?

- It's true!
- Stop it, will you?

- Peter, it's true.
- Be quiet! Stop it, Minou!

- Why are you making this all up? Why?
- (Sobs)

(Car horn beeps)

Relax now.

- I'll wait outside.
- Alright.

Breathe in.

Breathe deeply.

- Hello, Peter.
- Hi.

- How's your wife feeling today?
- Better. The doctor's with her now.

Did you find anything?

Sort of.

That flat's un-rented,
and has been over a year.

- Are you quite sure?
- Mm-hmm.

No.

I'm terribly worried, Frank.

Last night she even saw this mysterious
person standing in front of the window.

- May I?
- Yes, of course, Doctor. Come in.

Frank, this is Dr. Thomas,
Commissioner Ruiz.

- Pleasure.
- How do you do?

Your wife needs a complete rest.

Apparently she's suffering
from nervous exhaustion.

Of course I won't know more
without making some tests,

but I would say she should stop
taking those tranquilizers.

Yes, I know they're bad for her.

I've tried breaking her the habit
without luck.

She could use a change of air,
a trip perhaps.

You mean by herself
or you mean with a friend?

No, I meant
she should go away with you.

She has to be near you, you see?

Even if she only imagined
this persecution fantasy,

the motive behind it was you.

It's meant to attract you.

I dare say,
lately you've probably been busy.

Yes! Yes, very!

But you know, I have a business.
At this moment, I...

Take my advice.

Your wife needs to be loved more
than she needs any medicine I have to offer.

I don't know.

I don't know anymore, Dominique.

I'm beginning to really believe
that I'm going mad,

that I must have invented it all.

Of course you're not going crazy.
You couldn't have invented it.

Listen, I'll be over to see you
when I finish work.

Yes, please.

I know you'll feel better
when you talk about it.

Thanks.
You're marvelous.

OK, so long.

Bye!

Doctor, thank you for your time.
I'll phone tomorrow.

Please do, at my office.

- Yes, I definitely will.
- Good day.

- Nice to meet you.
- Doctor.

Well, Peter,
there's nothing more I can do.

(Phone rings)

Hello?

It was a bad mistake to get
the police in this, a bad mistake.

Didn't I warn you?

It's three days.

Peter!

Peter, come quickly!

Peter, please hurry!

Yeah, go on, yell.

- Soon you'll be dead.
- It's him!

'The correct time is eleven thirty-seven.

'The correct time
is eleven thirty-seven.

'The correct time is eleven thirty-eight.'

(Minou) Why won't you believe me?
It's true!

I tell you,
he was on the telephone.

He said he was going to kill me!

Peter, why would I want
to make up this story?

What reason could I have?

You don't believe me!

Minou, this person
who has been bothering you,

can you give me a description of him?

Why, of course.

I can even show you what he looks like.

Here, I've got a photograph of him.

But it was right here!
I know it was!

I swear it was.

But where is it?

It was here!

Someone's stolen it!

It's gone! It's gone!

But it was here.
I put it here myself, I know I did.

Here in my purse!

Minou.

Dominique!

Please call Dominique!

She can tell you!
Please call her, please.

Sure. They're pure pornography,
Commissioner.

I do what I like when I'm at my place,
don't you?

The Commissioner doesn't mind.

But Dominique, tell him,
you gave me one of those photos.

Er... I can't quite recall.

Are you sure, Minou?

Dominique!
But why hide it?

(Chuckles) You know, Minou objected
to my weakness for erotic art.

I'm sure I wouldn't forget
if she borrowed any.

Excuse me, Commissioner,
can you give me a light?

Thank you.

'Take off your clothes.'

'They're photographs.
You can have it.'

'I want you!'

- 'What's wrong?'
- 'It's my profession.'

- 'A Christmas present!'
- 'Ah!'

You're welcome.

Listen, I want a word with you.

Of course.

Here's the mail, sir.

- Oh, thank you, John.
- Let me look.

- I've finished, sir. May I go now?
- Yes, of course.

- Goodnight, madam. Goodnight, sir.
- Goodnight.

Let me see.

You won't find those photographs, Minou,
because they don't exist.

But I was pinning
my hopes on it, Peter.

It would prove it, that it was all true.
I didn't just dream it.

I told you it was only a nightmare,
you dreamt it.

And you must try and forget all about it.

Promise me that you will.

Believe me, darling, I really want to.

- And believe me, your king is in danger.
- Oh.

- (Phone rings)
- Want to pretend that we've gone away?

Oh, no, Peter.
What if it's something important?

Yes?

No, George. You'll have to try
and arrange it alone.

- But Peter, you know they're expecting you.
- What do you mean, "expecting me"?

What do I mean?

Remember, you set up
this appointment for us.

You said it would save us.
You can't walk out.

Those Germans are at the hotel now,

and I think they'll agree to put in
the new capital. What's wrong?

What is it?

Hold on a minute.

An appointment with those Germans.
I was supposed to see them tonight.

It doesn't matter, Peter.
Go if you have to, I'll be alright.

- Sure you don't mind?
- No.

- Alright, George. I'll come along.
- OK, see you there.

Hi. Glad you got here.

- They're both in the bar.
- Got the plans with you?

- You took them home with you.
- What do you mean?

Of course you did, yesterday,
you remember?

- I took them yesterday, you say?
- Mm-hmm!

Oh, you're right.
I left them at the house.

Try to entertain our friends.
I won't take too long.

Alright.

- But hurry up, will you?
- Yeah!

- Oh, entschuldigen Sie mich, bitte.
- Wir warten eine halbe Stunde.

Mein Kollege kommt sofort.

(Gasps)

(Beeping)

God!

(Exclaims)

(Gasps)

(Gasps)

(Beeping)

Hear? Now it works.

You want to phone Peter, my dear?

(Minou sobs)

Peter?

Oh, darling. You see?

There was a man,
I wasn't imagining things.

Stay right there!

Of course there was a man!

He was my invention.

You know, it was all my idea.

It was all planned.

To drive you insane
and make you commit suicide.

Unfortunately, this fool here
took too long about it.

He enjoyed playing the maniac and forgot
that I was paying him to follow instructions.

No, it's not possible.

No, it can't be true!

Peter!

Sure, they'll find
another sex killing to report,

and the police will thank
the bereaved husband.

(Commissioner) Peter! Stop!

When I got here, that maniac
was about to murder her.

(Commissioner) Drop that knife.

But Frank, I... I've saved her life,
don't you see?

Come on. Drop it, Peter.

But you've got it all wrong, Frank. I...

All I wanted to say was...

(Groans)

(Gasps)

(Commissioner) You were right.

Ma'am.

What you said on the telephone
seemed incredible.

- Dominique.
- Minou.

- Dominique!
- You poor darling!

Telephone the laboratory team
and order an ambulance.

Minou, Minou?

- (Policeman) Hello, Homicide?
- (Commissioner) Excuse me.

(Policeman) The Commissioner wants
a lab team and an ambulance right away.

I must ask you to help me
with my report.

I'll be glad to, Commissioner.

- (Minou) You'll be alright, dear.
- Are you coming?

As soon as I've finished here.

Were her injuries serious?

I don't think so,
but she's still in shock.

She'll be alright.
Don't worry.

Er, take one from that side.

(Commissioner) Did you know him?

Yes.

- Care for a drink?
- A double, please.

(Photographer) Alright,
let's get a shot of the other one.

I've never needed one more.

Tell me, how did you know
what was happening?

I didn't, really.

In the beginning, I didn't pay any attention
to Minou's strange behavior,

or her mysterious blackmailer.

No photographs!
That's enough. Outside!

Go on.

Oh, I began to get suspicious
when George mentioned the fact that...

that Peter had taken out
a lot of life insurance on Minou,

apparently for a great deal of money.

Huh!

And for money, Commissioner,

Peter would have even murdered
his own mother.

And when I heard about that photo,
it was obvious to me.

Because of that photograph?

The one photograph I gave Minou,

and it was the one error
that Peter committed.

He forgot that he'd given it to me,
during one of our visits to Copenhagen.

And we met him on that same trip.

He was making a living with photos
and personal demonstrations.

- You mean...
- Personal demonstrations.

I admit, he was well-built alright.

Phone call for you, sir.

Oh, thank you.
Hello?

- Excuse me, you have a cigarette?
- Sure!

Who?
No, not right now. I'm tied up.

- Have you got a light?
- Sure, lady.

(Commissioner)
Well, I'll call the office later.

- Thank you.
- (Commissioner) That's right. Bye-bye.

Here.

- Uh, please. You were saying?
- Erm...

No one knew that photo
except for Minou, Peter and myself.

And he was the only one
who could have wanted it to disappear.

But by then I realized it was a question
of finding the right moment to phone you.

Waiting was a bit dangerous.

If I'd said anything sooner,
nobody would've believed it, you see?

(Chuckles) Is this
professional jealousy I detect?

(Both laughing)

I must thank you again,
but you must be tired.

Can I have you driven home?

- Sergeant!
- Er...

If you don't really mind, Commissioner,
and I'm sure you don't care,

we'd better not bother the sergeant.

But if that man wants to...

- As you wish.
- Thanks!

- You!
- Yes, sir?

Accompany the lady home.

Thank you.

Alright, get those photographers
out of here.

- How do you feel now?
- I've never felt better.

- I'll wait in the car.
- Alright.

Well, young lady, the only thing I advise
is that you stay off those tranquilizers.

- Don't worry, I will. And the whiskey.
- Good for you.

- Thanks.
- Goodbye.

And you won't have to worry
about the factory.

With the proceeds from Peter's life insurance
policy, we'll have plenty of capital now.

We can talk about it later.

I just want to rest now.

- Call me.
- I will, thanks.

Bye!

Bye, Dominique!

- Where are we going?
- I've had a brilliant idea.

Why don't we go to my house?
I've got some new photos from Copenhagen.

They're fun, Minou!

Oh, really!

(♪ Italian song plays)